Why While? While Why? - by Just

While Look at it. Sitting majestically. Looking balanced. Is it just me, or it has an enviable proportion of letters?😪 While. Oh, how much I hate that word. I love English, o, but you see while...😑 One reason is because I'm yet to understand the while keyword in programming 😭. It's so simple, but it has refused to become a part of me. I'm good at most of them, but this one simple keyword? While. This same concept applies to every other reason I hate while. Do this while doing that. Why while? Yes, it saves time. But I can barely cope. I refuse to hate myself for it. I'd rather hate while. 🥲 One fateful Sunday evening, I was cooking rice. It was a simple but delicious meal. The stew was perfect. The sun was golden and beautiful. The house was neat. There was light. There was cold water. Chilled drinks. It was a perfect evening✨. All that was left was to round up the laundry, and it would've been perfect+. My favourite show was starting at 7 p.m. I had thirty minutes to round up, so why not cook the rice while doing the laundry? It seemed like a simple task. It started out great. 6:45, and I had already made so much progress. It was time to pour the rice into a sieve. I was doing just that, as perfectly as I could, carefully ensuring that not a drop of hot water spilled on my beautiful skin. Suddenly, I felt water on my feet. I was careful. How did the water from the rice get on the floor? But then I realized... It wasn't hot. It was cold. Cold, like my heart. 🥲 Just kidding o. 😂 Anyway, it was cold. And slippery. Cold and slippery. Sound familiar? Oh shit. I left the water in the machine open. You see, it's not automatic, so only village people like me understand. 🥲 The water had spilled all the way into the kitchen. How? But I closed it, didn't I? Guess what? I didn't. I had two options. I could label it a terrible evening... Or I could make the best of it. I chose the second. I cleaned up, finished the laundry, finished the rice, and proceeded to the living room. The show was over. I had missed it. I sat on the sofa, itching like crazy all over, with anger I could blame only myself for. But I did not remember. I don't remember a lot of things. I try to. I really do. But I don't. I almost hate myself for it. But then... No. I'm good at many things. I'm just not good at multitasking. And no, I refuse to hate myself for that. I'd rather hate the one thing I can't do than hate myself along with everything I can do well. I looked at my life, did some calculations, and realized something: My life would've been 40% better if I had worked well in while situations. I was going to do better. Try harder. I was going to learn how to while. Little did I know... more trouble was waiting for me that evening.

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