Solo Flight

This may sound a little too defensive, but try to understand please. I don’t aim to be cheesy. Most of all, I don’t aim to join the infamous “emo” club. And above all, I don’t want you to look at me like a loser with no gear left to slide or swing even for just a cup of coffee. Please don’t think of me as any of these.

Weekends actually make me feel like there’s a chance for me to take some time off and just escape away from all of the momentary rush to catch time and perform the long list of tasks I need to do. See, I’m always late for work. It’s because I’m trying to catch up on so many readings that I need/want/have to read. April’s actually harassing me to give her Harry book back. Well, some more patience and I’ll be done with it. It’s been two months that I have been losing grip on having that genuine joy. Not that I can’t smile. Not that I’m darn sad, I would want to stay in bed and sleep all day. I have to believe I’m okay. I have to say that there still exists happiness.

Sometimes, the choice of being alone is quite symmetrical to the choice of having independence. Yes, you heard/read it right, I am damn single. But hey, don’t go throwing your boo boos cause it by choice that I am not attached. Not that I think that you’ll be so happy to be updated with my personal issues, but I just have to write this down; Hoping that some of you may feel the same or is actually experiencing this “episode”. Its true when they say that being single is agonizing and well, yeah it sucks. I like feel good movies but I don’t have someone to share it with. I enjoy books and the radio but no one seems to drive it on my way. I always eat out but no one seems to see that I am fun to have lunch with. Well, my nanay will always want to go out with me.

Man, I don’t want to lose it. It’s just that the convenience of being single can sometimes prove to be insignificant. It’s hard when you want to go out but friends are too busy to spend time with you. Again, refresh on what my prelude to this post. But, then again, I can’t blame you if you’ll laugh your head like you want to scrap or maybe tap my back and say “its okay, you’re not alone, the world is full of losers.”

Oh well, its arbitrary. As for me, it feels nice to let loose sometimes and deactivate the defenses down. And no, I didn’t make this post with tears are falling. That’s just too much.