Tapsi-turvy world
[ after the fiction break, we now return to our real-life blogging. Note that all narrations are happening at almost exactly the same time ]I was looking over a coffee shop window before sitting down to write this. There are moments when I worry for my friends more than my own shit that I have to deal with. Today was one of those days.
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One of my friends is in a dilemma as to his options with a girl that indirectly rejected him. To put it bluntly, she didn't say "no". I learned this new reason (or perhaps a new excuse) that girls use -- it goes something like "because I don't look at you that way". As being the usual stubborn person my friend is - I gave him two options disregarding the consequences- it's to give up or to make an effort.
Not that I was insisting on my advice. I just simplified all the probabilities he was yapping about. I sometimes pity him because he is the type of person who always considers *options*. In short, if there was a girl with a sharp mind that he was dating - that's definitely a sign of not being boyfriend-material.
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After almost a year of single-blessedness, another one of my friends is steadily dating again. There's just one problem, er.. issue.. The girl has a boyfriend. What the hell...? well, do I hear the karma lady knocking at the door? Yeah definitely interesting affair.. someone's going to get broken and I don't think it's going to be my friend.
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I remember posting an entry about my old friend in prep who got out of a 3-year relationship. After all this time, he's still feeling raw about it.. he must really love her. And it's his birthday soon. He should be happy, he can spend his birthday funds all for himself. Who is he kidding? That's what we'll be there for - for more beer. I can see minutes of a vision - the one of a drunk guy crying.. He is broken, shattered, scarred, devastated, I can't bear to describe it any further.
To the girl - don't fret. You are still my friend, but since he's my good friend too, don't make me compare yourself to my friendship with him.
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As I was having dinner at the mall food court, I ran into a familiar couple. Former officemates. I learned from a 3rd party that.. they aren't a couple anymore coz the guy broke up with her. I'm friends with both of them so I couldn't exactly take sides. I felt as if I could see a different face unmasking from the smiling girl - the smile that breaks into tears if you keep looking a little longer. It will be all over soon.. she will be having a season of sadness for months to come.
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what the hell is happening to my friends?
Everyone is doing one of two things- the first is moving on, while the second is feeling the grief of loss.
It is depressing just listening to all these, if not pitiful. However somehow these problems are still shallow compared to money matters, but they bring a different kind of excrutiating pain - the kind that tells you that you're not dead (yet), and yet you wish you were dead.
I wonder if there's such a thing called an "excruciating pain inducer". Fate has been drinking too much, so she's probably sending it out to the wrong people - which is why I wish that the RIGHT people drink it instead. ^_^
posted by Urban Warrior @ 12:22 AM
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