A Little
Tue, 21 Aug 2007.
I woke up this morning feeling a little sad. An aimless sort of sad with no name attached to it; a half-hearted impersonation of what I used to feel on those mornings that I woke up and pined for her. A faint echo of past rejection.
Is it about a girl this time? Maybe, there certainly is a girl but the attraction for her is out of loneliness and a rational-but-overstated listing of her good qualities; there was no chain reaction of chemicals tumbling about in my neural pathways that made me want to spring forth and write love songs. This sadness is different but pretends to be something in my past so perhaps I pretend that she is the same thing. That would be unhealthy.
Some thirty minutes after I had woken up, got dressed and fallen back into bed with my MacBook Pro, Modi asked me over MSN why I was sad. I thought about this. I sat up and crossed my legs and stayed very quiet and hoped the answer would come to me. There was no definitive answer but the tentative reply was, “It’s not the girl. Keep moving forward.”
Yes, that will be a good place to end this blog post.
:’(
So, how do you know Modi exactly?
I’m sorry you’re feeling melancholy. Perhaps it’s just the natural flow of things. What goes up must come down, apparently…
Heh I don’t know her. I only know her through her blog.
Oh dang! I ended up being comment number 1000! I was hoping it would go to someone else.
Haaaaa. Sucker.