I can only hold on for so long*Listening to Ha Dias by Luca MundacaAt work, listening to the cleaning lady, Trish, do her rounds.
Its hard trying to figure how I feel. I dwell on thoughts I shouldn't dwell on, I complicate matters where I shouldn't complicate matters, I'm a big ball of messy thoughts. Yes, a huge one. Love is elusive, it comes and goes. One moment I hate you, the next I love you, am I not capable of being consistent?
My idiosyncratic life is a play on a stage, the plot akin to some young yuppy who is turning 30 and is right on track to being a spinster. OK, albeit that fact I am no where near 30, I do however feel like a very big potential spinster. Go figure.
What is it I hear you say? You don't know what I am talking about? Are you not reading this right or did you just not see the above, I AM A HUGE BALL OF MESS. Love is elusive, it comes and goes. I think I said that already.
Just when I thought that maybe I've found someone, it just never falls through. Thing is, I am happy being single, but I don't want to stay single. I'm not over eager to "get with someone" - no, too cliche for me; but I do want to meet someone and just start being friends.
My issue here, is not that I am not attached, its that I don't even seem to have a direction. Sometimes I wonder if I am meant to be celibate, yes? no? I don't know.
I was happy being single for the last few years, sure I had the odd interest, but on a whole God had dealt with that part of me.
Something happened to me, something great enough to wake me to my current position. For the life of me, I can't figure that answer out.
Damn it, I just want to love and be loved; is it so hard? Fine, I give up.