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Tuesday 8 April 2008

The Right Thing

April 21, 2007

It took her some time to really absorp and grasp the whole circumstances in a too sudden decision and uncompromising evil reality. Before she even had time to blink,it seems the world has passed her by, forcing her to act..fast. There was nothing else to do,really, but to follow. It has been a while since she had to face such challenge, yet in the back of her mind, she knew exactly that it was always there, like a bomb which was ready to explode at any minute.

She stood and looked at the bleakness and fear ahead, at the same time, convinced herself that everything's gonna be okay. It has to. Although it wasn't somethhing she wanted to do, she must. Going to that place IS the right thing to do. She remembered the time when she was too selfish to even think about somebody else, and she remembered how much regret she felt afterwards, and how many times she wanted to kick herself in the head. For once, she wanted to do something right. She wanted to be able to live with herself. It's time to kick back her own self-centeredness. And what's more important is that she wasn't ready to lose and watch what she loved dearly slowly fade away.

Everything felt so different there. It seems that she has just entered a new world, where her usual life she built gradually ceased by every day. It's like...she was plugged out from her socket and placed somewhere totally different. There, everything seems to move in a much slower rate. People were smiling, greeting friendly as she walked by. Time felt longer,somehow, as she left her habit of waking up late in the afternoon. Sun was shining brightly and yet, she couldn't sweat. The dryness was overwhelming, the wind was strong and cold, and the trees she was so used to see were replaced by sand,rocks, and dessert. It took her a full bus ride just to go to the nearest market. The prices were unbeliaveably high, so she had to settle with homemade cooking. In fact, she cooked! Something she did so rarely back at home. Everyday felt the same, to the point that everything almost seemed like a ritual. Yet, surprisingly, she kinda enjoyed being there. Because she got to be with the people she called her own.

Now she is back, and there is still, a sense of unfinished business. She has to go there again. Just not now, because her own life caught up with her. Whether she wants it or not, she here has a responsibility to do. Work, school. So she's back for now, to at least, fulfil her duties and make amends with higher people she left suddenly without giving much explanation.

She really doesn't want to think much. If she had to postpone her responsibilies once more, then maybe that's what she needs to do. Because you know what, she can afford to lose her job, or her one-time school grade. That, she can deal. But she's not quite ready to give this up yet. Yes, even if this thing is at an unbeliaveably high price spending dessert where she has to struggle everyday to come up with something to cook. Even that.

Was rummaging through old archieves and found this. I can't help cursing at myself. The feelings are still so vivid, to think about what happened,..just completely surreal. Even now I can't quite get over it yet.

But I'm never supposed to get over it, right?

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Quotes

There's a hundred million different ways of writing, and it takes you a long time to sort through that stuff. And I think it takes anyone a long time to find a voice.

You must learn to take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, love what you’ve got and remember what you had. Learn to forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, but you just have to remember that life goes on.

The day before I’m supposed to be meeting Caroline for a drink, I develop all the textbook symptoms of a crush: nervous stomach, long periods spent daydreaming, an inability to remember what she looks like. I can bring back the dress and the boots, and I can see her bangs, but her face is a blank.

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.

There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It is ok to be scared, but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that love you, the people that need you.

Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if its with someone she doesn't care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the 'arm around.' He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he's just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.

So, so what, so fuck off, go home, leave you alone? I'll tell you something Paul, there isn't anything that I've wanted for eighteen years, cause I was a kid eighteen years ago. And if I did still want the same things I'd think I'd gone wrong somewhere, because actually I don't want to marry David Cassidy, I don't want bigger tits, I don't want to do better on my marks. I've stopped worrying about that kind of thing and maybe you should try.

Well maybe there's a big bit of you that's gone missing somewhere, maybe everyone should want something they've always wanted.

Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

I just woke up one morning and didn't feel the same way. Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that's how couples stay together: they're not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. I hope it's not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

That is what I have learned: Sex is destructive. Love is nothing to be fooled with. I learned that I was dangerous, not to be trusted. I wondered if my parents were right, with all of their stiff lovelessness. Maybe they knew better. My parents don't dole out love for the deserving or the undeserving. I was learning that love could cost me.

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down, the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

There is a comfort in never making an effort, but it's a lonely comfort. What keeps you going is the knowledge that you're only playing with only four cards showing. But when you see other people succeeding with their mediocre hands, you have to make a decision. If you turn over that final card you're certain of victory, but it also means you have nothing in reserve.

I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.