It's a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies.
The only variable is about what.
The weird thing about telling someone they're dying is it tends to focus their priorities.
You find out what matters to them.
What they're willing to die for.
What they're willing to lie for.
-House
I used to be a lady who lunched. You know the type. Leave office for that precious lunch hour to eat, catch up with friends. But I've accepted that I will never be the type that can eat three meals a day and not expect to gain weight, so I have to cut back on that precious lunch and drink or snack on something not calorie laden instead. I really should start exercising again.
I have this thing where I need a massage every now and again because the muscles in my upper back tend to tense up due to a variety of reasons but mostly, I think anyway, due to stress and due to my bad posture. Anyways, long story short I finally got a massage this weekend and now I feel like I can face the world.
Ah, its the little things in life.
Often I wonder very very strongly if I chose the right path career wise because its a wildly known notion that Ive always had an affinity for writing and talking,more so than digit casting and counting. You know what I mean. I have the degree. I am using it. But very often I wonder...
Well. You know.
I had a stressful week last week. Lets just say everything happened at once,and the worst part was my parents (who are now retired and visit me on a regularly basis, because as they put it,
"we're bored! we want to come see our kids!"haha) had JUST left JUST when I needed them. I know theyre getting older and we are going to have a role reversal soon, as the transition is inevitable as I get older myself...but sometimes all it takes is my mothers hug and my father's blessing to know that I can make it.
And that day, they had just left. Things happened.I was very upset and I could not bear to see anyone. It was not a good day for me.
I was very sad.
Lo and behold, I get talking to him on msn, not really telling him anything, and he sends me the picture below:
Its his cologne shelf. You know, the type on display in a typical room, for all to see. I was quite annoyed as he showed me his cologne shelf, and I see the Diesel Fuel for Life she gave him, the Acqua another chose for him and euphoria yet another chose for him. I felt, yeah, rub it in, Im thousands of miles away, I get it. I get that Im not nearly near enough to be able to smell you and tell you what scent is perfect for whatever occasion is happening. And I get that youre moving on without me in your life and dont need my opinions on things like scents.
But of course I never say anything of the sort to him out loud. I respond instead to wow, they have good taste.
And we talk some more until finally he asks me if I really looked at the shelf.
And I said yes.
And he asked then if I had looked at the top left.
And I see.
I see the cheap in comparison to perfumes even if its by Hallmark cheesey chocolates on teh cover with mmm lettering card I bought for him when I was in Sydney, scribbled something nonsensical on and sent off by post to get to him fast since it was domestic and all. I see it poised on his shelf along with the expensive perfumes, my cheapass card that contained seriously sweet things that were almost scary but he admitted he forgave me for since I was a girl. And no, before I asked, he did not put the card there just for the photo, it really is there :P Aw.
He really is great and though he doesnt speak his mind much, he's one of those guys whos actions speak louder than any thing he could have said.
And just like that, I was uplifted. My problems were not solved of course. They exist. But its nice to know someone thinks of you. That youre a person worth having things youve given displayed. That you matter to someone beyond the family, because lets face it, family is family, but they HAVE to love you (hehe).
Its just..I have so few left who are geographically near. Its nice feeling unobligated love.
And just like that, I know I can make it another week this week.
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