Yesterday I saw one of my colleagues crying. Almost all the girls were consoling her. I didn’t know what went wrong but she was crying. I didn’t want to pry because I have other things to prioritize. I’d rather do what I have to do than to chat with them. I was doing my tasks when this girl approached me and began telling me what happened. I didn’t even need to ask. I was like “Why are you saying what happened to her to me? I don’t want to know.”. Inside my head I wanted to snap and yell scram! I didn’t because it won’t be nice to do that so I had no choice but to endure it for a couple of minutes. I couldn’t help but wonder why people spend much of their time understanding other people’s problem when they have their own problems to tend to.