It may seem like a small thing, but I love to watch Satu eat. Her table manners are really a good display of who she is in all aspects of her life. She is so neat and perfect. Her clothes are tidy, her office supplies are arranged in containers of appropriate shapes, her handwriting is beautiful and she eats as if cutting food is an art that she has actually studied for years. She pushes perfectly portioned cuts of this and that together and piles it neatly on the back of her fork, never letting a pea or an olive escape. I like the dainty perfect way that she eats so much that I try to do it too, but I am not an artist like she is. It may be a weird thing to admire, but just take a look at exhibits 1 and 2. I feel like a caveman sometimes because she does everything so well and I am so haphazard with everything.
I think that the difference here is patience. Satu is a patient person and likes to invest the time in doing things right. I am a scattered person and like to leave my car keys in the refrigerator if that is where I happen to be when I realize that I am still holding them. Only a truly good person like Satu could live with all of this chaos and still make me feel good about myself.
Exhibits 1 and 2: My hard boiled egg debris and hers. ( note: I ate both of my eggs before she started peeling the second one.)
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