Thursday, May 26, 2011 10:38 PM
It's all in my mind.
I don't really know how to comfort her, she being such a different person from me.
I wonder whether I used to be as... expressive as she. As open as she.
I decide that I have never been.
Not even at the beginning- though emotional too, but I didn't tell him until... A year or so later.
I think about recent times...
And still no.
Although with my crazy emotional outbursts in year one and two, it wasn't... in that direction.
Aggressiveness was my nature then.
Now... mainly pride, I guess.
Regarding that aspect... (I shudder to say the four lettered word)
To quote her, I am suppressing myself.
But I honestly don't see what's wrong with that.
I have learnt never to expect anything anymore.
It's a gradual buildup since primary school,
since every time I have expectations, it stabs me when it crashes,
and it almost always crashes.
How do I phrase it.
I don't give in to my feelings. I try to make sure that mind over... heart.
Of course, my feelings may drive me to take stupid actions,
but it doesn't go that bad.
I mean, it's all in my head.
All confined within my head.
And with time, I will realise what a fool I was from the very beginning.
Or maybe, just manage to convince myself what a fool I was for thinking that way.
I am good at convincing myself, I think.
Because whatever actions are thrown in my face, I can disregard it.
It is probably, most definitely, a figment of my imagination.
Only words can have a survival chance,
and yet, I can question (reasonably) whether there is any real feelings behind those words,
if you actually weighed it as I.
In the end, I would have just made my stand more obvious.
She who is so vastly different from me, I cannot comfort.
She is so intricately connected to her emotions, so many reactions are ruled by them.
I fancy myself more disconnected with mine;
I don't expect anymore, I don't infer anymore, I don't believe anymore,
and my smile is used more to satisfy the audience rather than a reflection of my own feelings.
I think.
Hers are lightyears away from mine.
So my eyebrows naturally want to shoot up when I see how much she banked on the guy's response.
Such high expectations.
It is almost like her emotions drive her to run up a tower, up to the highest level.
Then, from there, she discovers no one.
She waits, and no one seeks.
More time passes, and the particular person does not turn up.
Like a bungee jumper, she falls-
the recoil, whatever you call it, is a long way to go.
So meanwhile, she just continues plunging...
That's how emotions have an effect on you.
I have fallen before- the rope just snapped from my weight.
Somehow, I live still.
And since then, I never reach the top anymore.
Caught up in myself, I will wander up the stairs.
Less than halfway up, I will cringe at the idea of retracing my footsteps,
and wander back down.
For I don't believe my eyes anymore.
I don't believe my ears anymore.
I don't believe the touch on my skin,
Much less trust my brain.
Call it self preservation. ^^
Labels: Vague Ponderings