weakness: something I lack the strength to overcome
Our final in London went something like this: think of all the stuff that you learned and condense it into a five minute presentation.
Perfect.
What had I learned?
A lot, this is true. But taken as a whole? And in only five minutes?
I started thinking about it.
The underlying thing I've learned about I wrote about here.
I seem to have to learn the same lessons over and over again. It's not just me, either. The whole of the human race seems to fall into the same kinds of conflicts and fights over the same issues or bits of land or disagreements.
Like a dog to it's vomit.
It's a bit hopeless, really. I mean, think about it. The weaknesses my parents struggle with are passed down. The problems I had when I was in high school seem to still be repeating themselves. I still have the same fears that I had when I was a little girl.
When will I stop eating my vomit?
It seems like some weaknesses will never be overcome.
That's what I learned in London.
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Like a dog to it's vomit.
It's a bit hopeless, really. I mean, think about it. The weaknesses my parents struggle with are passed down. The problems I had when I was in high school seem to still be repeating themselves. I still have the same fears that I had when I was a little girl.
When will I stop eating my vomit?
It seems like some weaknesses will never be overcome.
That's what I learned in London.
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