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Why God made us different

How many times have you ranted and raved about how difficult it is for you to understand why someone did something? When was the last time you've complained to someone else about another friend's behavior or bad manners? Sometimes I get pissed off when a friend is late and feel the dangerous urge to peel the ashtray off the table and just give him/her a black-eye. Familiar, isn't it? There is a reason why God made us different....so that there's more fun and drama in our lives. Imagine if all of us were the same...and we're accommodating towards each other and all. Another good reason why God made us all different is because so that we can complement each other, help each other and learn from one another! For example, if you're really good in math, I am going to consider bringing you for holiday trips whereby I would have to do a lot of math converting currency. If you were good in Mandarin, I would like you come to my house and have a horrid time trying to teach my kids how to speak the language. You see, we are all good in different things and just because we're different from one another doesn't make any one of us weird or strange or intolerable. It makes all of us unique and special. The point here is this. Eventhough a friend or family could get on your nerves sometimes, there is bound to be a list of things that you could learn from that person...maybe it's the Thai Laksa recipe, or how to catch a cockroach makeout under your bed technique....whatever it is, there's something to be learned. So teach me, baybbbbbaaaaeeeee!!

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