The Space In Between

You know the times, when you wake up in the morning and stare blankly into the ceiling, and wonder, "What should I do today?" That's basically my life. Real fun. Life's like a neverending cycle of contradictions. Waiting in earnest for exams to be over, only to dread the boredom of having nothing to do in the holidays. Perhaps its just me, but I bet i'm not the only one. I have to admit that there are things to do, people to meet, games to play, movies to watch, books to read. But always, something missing. Even in the company of friends, the lingering feeling is always there, like a phantom stalking me, ready to pounce at me the moment the fun and laughter stops. That's the emptiness I feel, which seems to paint my surroundings grey and dull, bleak and inanimate. Emptiness, the place in between, a place where no one else can enter, that time just seems to stand still......

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

At my wits end.... or issit?

Ok... its now more than 24 hours..... If I can recall correctly, it should be about 29 hours already, since I last smsed her, but apparently, still no reply! Its a new record! Furthermore, I actually called like 5 hours ago, and I bet you can guess what happened anyway.... no one picked up, and still no reply.... Its damn strange how some people have like 2 sides to them... Perhaps she is one of these people... When I actually manage to contact her, we can talk and stuff, often for more than an hour... about all sorts of nonsense... However, when I don't manage to, which is, as you would know now, damn often, it seems like she is a totally different person... How can 1 person have 2 so opposite and different sides to her? Maybe its just one of the great mysteries of this world... totally mind boggling... I'll bet now that when she calls in reply, she'll have some excuse for it again.... though most probably it is true, as I don't have the impression that she is that kind of chronic liar... However, as I strive to be a logical person, I must confess that such a rate of uncontactability is immensely more than the proper average that is allowed by statistics... Save something serious (touch wood) happens to her, I really am beginning to doubt the impression I have created about her.... Thinking about such things is proving to be too much for my mind to take....

I'm at my wits end!!!

However, if that is the case, why am I currently quite calm? Maybe I have crossed the boundary of anxiety, to that of hopelessness and vain... Perhaps I am now too tired to give a crap about such matters, though that would be rather contradictory, considering that I even am writing this post now.... or issit that i'm just too bored now? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps..... I reckon that there are just too many perhaps in this life.... someone almighty and powerful should just put an end to this perhaps once and for all, and make life more consistent, and predictable.... They say that life wouldn't be fun if its all dandy and predictable... but I seriously beg to differ.... It's killing me.... Reminds me of the song : "Killing me softly with his words", just that this time, its "Killing me softly with the lack of her words"... This gradual death is painstakingly slow.... I rather it just end now -- Die now, i.e. Lose all interest in her right now, or else, she just call me now, and remain more contactable! Wonder whether anyone else out there has such a similar experience to mine... who knows? The world is so big, i'm sure there would be 1, 2, if not many more of such incidences throughout. To all you people out there, all the best! You are not alone! As if it helps.... *sigh*

Anyway, words of wisdom from a friend's blog, which she got from a book:

爱情太苦,相处太累,我只要这样聊天、偷得一点熟悉的温柔和呵护,就好了。真的。

じゃ、また!

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