weird

My friends always say i over react. I still remembered once during secondary school, i screamed when i knocked my bottle down. =.= Another example would be like, if i see many customers, i would speed up and my colleague will say, "Its ok. Relax." This happened like dont know how many times lor.

I guess i appear to be in a mess whenever a situation arises?
Maybe, but when it comes to really huge crisis, i dont even react.

When i was 8, my grandfather died. He was really close to me. Though i knew he was sick, i didnt know he was going to die so soon. I was in childcare when my mother called me. She was crying as she announced the news. I just said ok, went back to the room to wait for my granduncle to fetch me. When other children asked me what happened, i just told them matter-of-factly that my grandfather died. Then, my granduncle came to pick me up. The person-in-charge asked me what illness my grandfather has so i replied blood (or was it bone?) cancer. Throughout the car ride, i was happy. I kept pointing out the directions to my granduncle and smiled whenever he praised me. When i reached the funeral, i didnt even cry. I ate dinner, did my homework. I only cried when i see my dead grandfather's face.

When i was 9, my father got into an accident. I was home alone when suddenly my father walked in when he was supposed to go to work. He sat on the sofa. There was blood. He told me he got into a motorbike incident. There were injuries on his arm. He told me to help him remove his shirt because his arms hurt. And so i went over and did what he asked. I never cried.

I cant remember how old i was but my mother had a bad headache. It wasnt those kind of headaches where you can sleep it off. It was so bad that she would hit her head against the wall. This went on a few days even though she consulted a doctor. One day in school, my teacher told me my father was here to fetch me home. It was still early. My father that my mother wanted me back home because she felt like she could die from the pain any moment. When i reached home, i saw her hair was covered with white powder. I guess she attempted every way to stop the pain. Obviously, it didnt help. I think i got worried but that's it. I didnt do anything else besides watching her. In the end, she went to the hospital to get an injection to stop the pain.

And just now, my father called me. He said he's in the hospital. I should be worried; screaming questions at him; at least gasp. My response?

"OK. Then?"

He asked me to tell my mother.

"Ok. Anything else?"

He tell me to tell her not to worry and that he will be home late.

"Ok. Anything else?"

"No."

"Which hospital are you at?"

"... I dont know."

From his answer, i inferred that he got into a car accident, blacked out and thus didnt know which hospital he's in. But i just said,

"Ok. Bye."

And then i went to tell my mother who was sleeping. She began to ask many questions like why is he in the hospital? Is he sick? What happened? over and over again. I swear, she asked these questions like 10 times. I told her i dont know because i really dont know what happened! Then she asked why i never ask my father what happened. So i said, he didnt tell me. Its true what. When i asked him if there's anything else he wants me to tell my mother, he said no. But she continued anyway and i got so fed up that i stopped answering her.

I also dont know why im like this. Its like i think everything is going to be fine.
o.O