Beautiful Faces and Loud, Empty Places
I can already picture all the eye-rolling that will ensue with this post. But to hell with that. This is MY blog.
If anyone were to ever ask me, how to cope with stress, here's what I'd say:
If things start getting crazy, don't be afraid to run away.
Now, 'running away' in this context is not packing up and leaving things undone. It simply means, dissapearing, recuperating and returning to finish what you started. Just leave all your guilt and expectations and forget about the mania surrounding you.
Trust me when I say, it works wonders.
I'm sure you all have your own versions of running away. Mine always involves 'alone' time. And sometimes in between, I let certain people in. :). It's nice, making conversations with imaginary friends. Reading books in the midst of strangers. Finding inspiration from the words of someone you've never met but wish you could emulate. Watching people watch you.
The less people I know, the better. Why? I don't need a constant reminder of how shitty life is at the moment. That's why I ran away in the first place, remember?
And yes, today I ran away. Right into a boy's arms. Ha Ha. But prior to and after that, was all about ME. And that lovely book Sabrina lent me. I'm glad to say then that, my emotional scales are now rightfully balanced. Thank you to Afir and Sabrina, for making my day. :D
ps: Here's one for the old man -->
"...But I want her to grow up knowing that I was the first man ever to fall in love with her. I'd always thought the father/daughter thing was overstated. But I can tell you, it's real. Sometimes, she looks at me and I just become a puddle." - Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture
You will always be the number one man in my life, Daddy. :)
Labels: Emo, Family, Friends, Rambling
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