The year that was 2005 was a year full of joy. Sure, there were travails of what not but they’re just a piece of cake. I did handle them with flying colors.
It’s a year of meeting new people everyday… hanging out in our favorite places like we own them….. watching films that I used to hate before… hiking but there’s no specific destination… entering a wrong French restaurant and waiting for almost 30 minutes when somebody would approach you and ask if you can be his friend… was branded as “snooty” by someone just because you refuse to accept his good deed… gaining new friends and accepting their hellish personality…. knowing that I’m happy… discovering the world of beach living… being free…. nobody would dictate what to wear, what to see, what to do…. owning something that I used to covet and dream…. gaining something really profound and important…..
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How was New Year peepz? Mine? Oh well, I spent it working. Yup. I was working till January 2nd. My team mates were absent but I chose to work because it’s my commitment to my company. They branded me as a slave because I didn’t spend time with my family during that revelry. It was sad knowing that I’m not at home. No one to laugh with and I felt strangely alone in a sea full of people. The skies were lit up with different pyrotechnics and the champagne and food were offered like there’s no tomorrow and I was just in the corner thinking what 2006 has to offer. But presto, a friend came and I was happy again.
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I have found a new perspective in dealing with that over-rated four letter word which is love. Why is that? Sigh. Another friend here was broken hearted. It was the first time I saw her drinking vodka like water. Eeeeew. Love sucks. At times. Admit it.
Here’s my theory: Too much proximity and body warmth drugs the heart and irrationalizes the mind…. And since we fear what we can’t explain or comprehend, we attempt to define and label it. And, so, we conveniently call it love.
Sooner or later, that drug wanes, the spark dies and the relationship (if you’re fortunate enough to get this point) reaches its untimely although anticipated death.
People have varied tolerance to this drug. One of the couple loses the “hits” before the other does. And this explains why peeps get their heart broken. When one has recovered from the surreal effects and hallucinations that the drug brings, the other is left frozen in the self made fantasy ----- his/her very own K hole…believing that somehow, someday, their beloved will return and carry on with their daydream. People have varied resistance to this drug as well. And this explains why some in it hard or even physically impossible to fall in love while some ill-fated others fall for it in rocket speed. Bottom line, it’s an elaborate illusion a trick. Ultimately, you will discover that it’s nothing more than a chemical reaction in your brain.
