It is amazing how fast things change. Among these changes, I feel no trancedence.
(It is funny how I hear people groaning in agony the moment they read the first line. Damn, Jacq is at it again! lol). How does a person detach his or her feelings from multiple feelings that are felt in just a split second?
(Oh man, Jacq is asking rhetorical questions again.)All right, I shall drop it, just for today.
Flora came and Flora went. The past few days made me feel delighted, yet they made me feel depressed as well. Once again, I found myself nodding to the depression calling in the advertisement. (Why do I feel like laughing again? I feel a little out of balance, as if my joy comes from feeling upset. Or maybe deep inside, I am a really optimistic person because I am able to find amusement in depressing thoughts. My right-hand is so going to slap me for having such perverse thoughts. ) Shucks, I was talking about Flora, what’s wrong with me?
The thing about friendship, much as my right-hand would beg to differ, is that no matter how long you don’t meet up, the feelings will still grow. It is like life, you have no control over it. That includes changes too. I love things to go by the natural way, much as people love naming me
Jacq the nonchalant. I have feelings, things matter to me. I know what is called ‘left-out’ and how it feels to be sponged. But I choose the other way out, I ignore them. Paying attention to such details is detrimental to my psychological health. I have probably been through more things to understand how it feels to do nothing but stuff my brain with such crap, like how people stuff turkey. (Turkey tastes wonderful! Christmas!!! Lalala)
That aside, I never knew much about friendship. I know sisterhood. The feeling of not meeting, the feeling of walking around a shopping mall a zillion times and insisting that some places have not been gone into goes to show how we hate to part. Shakespeare once said that 'Parting is such sweet sorrow', and I totally agree. Parting is sweet because of the thought that we would meet again, yet the sorrow because we hate to part.
I saw the tears in your eyes. They have transcended, I am still here.
Jacqueline
9:13 AM
