Tuesday, February 1, 2011 11:39 PM
It's all in my mind.
I said that I won't post but I guess I will.
I'm sorry, I guess I didn't promise you not to think about it and lose sleep.
Today just had a lot of issues for me to think about.
Let's start with the squad reunion dinner...
The truth or dare forces me to think about the thin line between the truth and what is the truth I would like for people to know.
Mind, both are truths.
But the truth is what I feel, while the truth I would like people to know is what I am convincing myself too. So don't say that I am lying to you- I don't. I am probably just lying to myself.
I said that I can't say that it was one particular person-
true, to an extent. They inferred that there are a lot of guys I am referring to: yes, I guess they are right.
There are just too many people in my past that I cannot effectively put behind me.
One obvious one, that hardly any know properly- I haven't been very open about it. Who talks about such issues anyway? With whom?
For the rare few in RV who know, I am glad they know limited. I am thankful yet again that he is not in RV- he is probably the only person I would never be able to act normal around. All my guises and facades will crash-
For I have not put him securely behind me.
Even now.
There was also a question that Madeline asked- whether they were friends or whether they were one step further.
I can't answer that effectively either.
My past is not just one jigsaw puzzle piece on its own.
There are, of course, wonderful friends whom I still think about. One whom I call my bro. The only older guy whom I care about.
Yet, I would still wonder. This doesn't make sense, but I don't know how to interact around him. If I try to keep up the acquaintance, am I just making myself a nuisance? After just one year of friendship and six years of just messaging once a year, do I have the right to claim him as even a friend, much less my brother?
Ha. I don't know. I just don't know.
Then, there was the person whom I probably was wondering about when I randomly wrote that thought into my cameron notebook.
But with regard to that- my feelings and my wishes are two very separate matters. Even if I care, a lot, I have learnt not to indulge them. I cannot indulge them.
Had I gotten the question Madeline got- how would you confess to a guy you liked- I would firmly and honestly say that I will never do that.
No matter how much I care, I know that taking the first step is fatal. I used to think that I'd prefer knowing the answer than guessing for the rest of time.
I have learnt that the knowledge would smash me.
So the aim is that, at the very end, he still would have no inkling. That is my idea of success.
When I get even a toe out of the imaginary line I create for myself, I reproach myself. I reflect on the folly and I reproach myself.
I do not, can not, wish for such things.
Because they will never come true.
Hope will only crush you when you expect there a merest possibility.
So, I shall say, even if my emotions cannot be reigned in- my head will be.
I wonder if this post is just exposing more of my thoughts to the public to judge- for the fact is that the truth or dare has shown more of me than I have ever displayed in front of my squadmates, I think. But I also wonder... If this post is serving the purpose of making sure I keep my head henceforth. ^^
I originally wanted to add in the pessimistic thoughts I got while cooping myself up in NP room today, about how our squad is... and the plaguing worry and fear of being sec 1 IC. But I guess this is enough for anyone bothered to digest, and the fear of failure I shall keep to myself.
My dear audiences do not need to be bullied into trying to cheer me up.
Because for this particular aspect,
no one will succeed.
Labels: Deep Emotions