1.
Freedom
I get to do whatever I want. Chill out at a posh café, go running, stay
out late at night without worrying about others’ curfews, or just stay in with
a good book. I don’t get bogged down with “do you think this dress suits me?” or
“where/what do you wanna eat?” I can enter a bookstore and walk out with 5
books which I’ll take forever to read
and not get judged. I can walk into Zara, inspect every piece of clothing,
every linen then walk out empty handed, and still feeling good cos I got to feel them. So what? I’m alone, I can do whatever I want.
2.
Peace
Clearing my mind after weeks of living life (what do mean ‘when life
gives you lemons? Life ALWAYS gives you lemons!). I don’t always go running for
that, no I’m not fit and yes I should revise my diet plan soon, more than often
I sit by a river or at a park. Alone. Being alone is the magical part. I start
being more observant, remember things faster and go home feeling lighter. It’s
like a productive unproductive 2hr session.
3.
People-watch
I don’t know why, it’s always been my favourite habit since young. By
young I meant 6 years old? I watched my parents. I watched my teachers. The bus
driver. My friends. That elderly couple at the corner. Anyone. Behaviours get
me thinking. Yup, I wanted to study psychology. By the way, people-watching is
included in mind clearing sessions too. Everyone is so different, it’s almost
funny. Especially when it gets crowded, I see vastly different reactions to the
same things. But after all these years of people-watching, there’s only one
thing I’d like to say to EVERYONE: loosen up.
4.
Escape from home
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t run away from home and return only nights
after just to disobey my parents. I love them, but sometimes all the bullshit
just overwhelm me. I have a tolerance limit too okay. I shan’t elaborate on ‘bullshit’,
however, time spent alone never fails to improve my mood while giving the
people at home time to tone/cool down.
5.
Independence
There, the
last yet most important point of all. I don't rely on people because I know I'm mostly
of no help when people need me for anything, especially comfort. Exclude
tangible, materialistic things. So when people try to comfort me, I'll always
thank them nicely and persuade them to stop trying because I know how hard it
is to cheer someone up. I admit I'm a real softie inside but tough on the
outside. I'm sensitive, especially towards to ones I love. However, I learnt
how pointless it is holding on to someone (I'm not even talking about the bf/gf
kind) and constantly relying on them because one day, poof, they will leave.
Like that. Yup it sure felt fantastic… Frankly speaking I'm currently patiently
waiting to see who'll leave soon. I do have friends, plenty, but I never fully
rely on anyone because I've learnt to trust myself and none other. Whatever
shit happens, I'm responsible. No need for complications and feeling extremely
guilty. I don't think this is called anti-social. Nor is it called trust
issues. It's called being afraid to depend on anyone, anything. Doesn't mean
I'm unhappy too. It's just saving myself from the disappointments of being
ditched. Thus I always care to limit my happiness level whenever someone says
"I'll be there for you."
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