Something about the rain always makes me feel meloncholic. may be it's the way everything suddenly turns grey. Just last night, the plants esp. the leaves" (hehehe) and the city lights outside my friend's car --- let me correct that, the fabulous leaves and the city lights outide chad's car --- was filled with color. The grass had finally turned awesome green, no longer dusty from long summer days. The bromeliads were out in full regalia, and the white blossoms were all at attention. And then,
I formulated the idolatry theory, which says, everyone is bound to have strong sense of idolatry; that at a particular time in ones life, one is ought to be obsessed with a well-known character or group (i.e. TV/movie star, musician, politician, boyband, athlete, artist) to the point of beaing ridiculously passionate about the person or group. I did fall for one. I could practically fill out the dudes bio-data for him. All he had to do was put his thumb mark. For me it was a fixation, more of a
In high school, people would pick fights with me, solely for the grand and dramatic reason that I had changed. "Youíve changed!" they would huff at me, like I was a bigger bigot than Mel Gibson. Whatís so wrong with changing? Do I really want to be the naÔve albeit nice pansy that I was 10 years ago? I mean, Iíve been changing since I was changing diapers! Iíve switched teams (from hating boys to loving them a bit too much) lowered my IQ throughout the years, compromised my morals more
He was crying again. I could not believe he was crying. My boyfriend. I will always remember those eyes, longing to smile behind all the problems I thought he would solve with determination, strength and maturity. The love of my lifeó I knew it each time he played the guitar and with every word he spoke (that I had to later on look up in the dictionary, while we wasnít looking), the one who said that he would brave each of the tremendous obstacles that distance can possibly inflict on true loveówas
"As long as you give me my space, we could live in harmony." When I heard the word "space," I knew in my gut that he had a girlfriend; his wanting his space meant wanting his freedom to be unfaihful. I nixed the reconciliation with my "ex", knowing that it was not in my grain to be in an open relationship.
"monogamy is not possible for interesting people." for most people in a long-term partnership, fidelity is the unspoken and expected form.