S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
current terror alert level
Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog.
why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents
that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever
will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
No, he didn't die. He just decided to stop speaking to me. This belies once more the "honesty is the best policy" crap you learn growing up, because my only fault was to be completely honest with him. And our relationship is one that I foolishly thought breeds this honesty.
We have been friends for over a decade. When we met, there was attraction on both sides, but I had a boyfriend then, even though the latter was a thousand miles away. So we settled on a friendship that involved a lot of profound conversations and hanging out. Although we flirted constantly, I never fell in love with him. I moved away but strangely, our friendship got stronger. We saw each other occasionally over the years, and we always easily picked up where we left off. Recently, we've been seeing more of each other, because he went for a vacation here and I there. Because of that, we also have been spending a considerable amount of time talking.
When I came back from my vacation, we still kept in touch, thanks to text messaging. One thing that we constantly marvel on is how our relationship is so unique, even deeper than that of Harry and Sally (before they hooked up). While talking to him earlier on the phone, I told him one of my realizations about us. He tried to dispel it, but I said I didn't believe him. He then said he had to go and hung up. And I know I'll never hear from him again. I've never felt so cold since six years ago, when I got dumped by a guy I was terribly in love with.
Have you ever said anything that hurt someone so badly, you'll give anything to take it back, even though you believe it's true?