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Tuesday, 8 July 2008

To be honest...
I feel quite guilty for making those devious innuendoes.
I believe that everyone is a Dr. Jekyl & Mr. Hyde.
I think that this recent darkness belies
that drop or two of decency
that might still linger in the murky depths of her soul.
But I am doubtful as to
the possibility of it ever surfacing
in whatever else interactions with
that jaded, hurt soul.

No,
I don't pretend to understand
someone so bent on being
misunderstood.

Isolation does not cure the wound.
All it does is let
that patch of broken flesh
rot unfettered,
ooze with pus
through the bruised epidermis,
sick yellowish brown,
as gangrene sets in,
purpling,
decaying.

The brave face the pain;
antiseptic dose
of nauseous flame.
The cowardly run from the pain,
try, but pain catches up in the end,
and its death in agony.

I wonder, why Nicole and I can be on talking terms, friends even. I wonder, why I am not jealous of her boyfriend. I wonder, why Megan had to continue reading Eugene Lim's blog. (tell me why, if you know, Megan!) I wonder, why a guy cannot be free to do as he pleases after a breakup. I wonder why, some girls are so vindictive, while some can be so mature as to let the issue rest. I wonder why I can say its my fault that things between me and G became so sour, and really mean it from my heart, whilst others try only to justify themselves. I wonder why I have no urge to visit G's blog.

My opinion is this: Some are just too insecure. They feel a need to be validated. They feel a need to be of significance to their ex. Its an ego thing. Its everyone's fault but their own.

And you don't have to agree with my opinion.

I wonder, at the person who will use my style of "I wonder" and question that person's emotional capacity to face up to that person's own character flaws, and learn to take criticism positively, if not constructively.



"the fool says, why should I take criticism from you?"

and I say, "amazing, you know what criticism is."

1:51 pm