Please, understand.

Probably the most often phrase I used to say these past few weeks. It’s like my way to make an excuse about something I can’t do well. 

Lately I’ve been bothered about how much “please, understand” I’ve said. I feel like I’ve said that too much. It leads me to a curiosity: what kind of understanding I exactly wish people to give me?

Do I want them to be pity on me?

Do I want them to take it easy?

Human being is so complicated. Sometimes I can’t even understand myself. How could I wish someone to understand me as well?

It’s totally nonsense.

Gotta stop saying that, I guess.