I am killing time. I have just been to a meeting and my next appointment is...wala na. What better way to kill time but to write?
So, musta? I have no agenda but to kill time. So I guess I will just let my thoughts ramble and my fingers type. Let's see how it goes....
So what do I want to write about? Let's see. Nothing in particular. Aaaarrrrrggggghhhh, ang hirap kasi maghintay ng oras. Nakakainip. Nakakabagot. Nakakabaog. Err, erase the last word. Hehe
Paghihintay. Haha. Tama, nakakainis ngang maghintay.
Waiting for someone to like you seems like ages. Waiting for a job opportunity to come is income lost. Waiting for the moment of ecstasy is wild imagination. Waiting for the perfect sexual encounter is fiction. Waiting for an acquaintance to be a friend is a process. Waiting for a friend to be a partner is treading on dangerous grounds. Waiting for a friend and partner to be intimate with you is vulnerability. Waiting for a relationship to grow and reciprocate is nurturing (and may involve a lot of pain).
Waiting for a response (to a message, a text, a query) is expectation. Waiting for that response to be favorable is anticipation. Waiting for that response to be unfavorable is defeatist. Waiting for the other to reach out is a possibility. Waiting for the other to love you without conditions is too much.
Waiting for the past to continue into the present is hoping. Waiting for the present to be as good as the past is idealizing. Waiting for a moment to freeze in time is romanticizing.
Waiting for your "shoulds" to be part of reality is dreaming. Waiting for "musts" to characterize your personality and those around you is imposition. Waiting for the other to change according to your standards is subjugation. Waiting for his/her standards to define you is cooptation.
Waiting for the moment to become vulnerable is courage. And wanting to bounce back when things go wrong is strength.
And writing this email and waiting for time to wind up to 6:30pm is------
Killing time? better time? Spent time? Aaahh, just sharing time with you.
Haha...ok, ok, that's not Bach or Exupery, that's just me.
I am done. 2:10pm and logging out....
So, musta? I have no agenda but to kill time. So I guess I will just let my thoughts ramble and my fingers type. Let's see how it goes....
So what do I want to write about? Let's see. Nothing in particular. Aaaarrrrrggggghhhh, ang hirap kasi maghintay ng oras. Nakakainip. Nakakabagot. Nakakabaog. Err, erase the last word. Hehe
Paghihintay. Haha. Tama, nakakainis ngang maghintay.
Waiting for someone to like you seems like ages. Waiting for a job opportunity to come is income lost. Waiting for the moment of ecstasy is wild imagination. Waiting for the perfect sexual encounter is fiction. Waiting for an acquaintance to be a friend is a process. Waiting for a friend to be a partner is treading on dangerous grounds. Waiting for a friend and partner to be intimate with you is vulnerability. Waiting for a relationship to grow and reciprocate is nurturing (and may involve a lot of pain).
Waiting for a response (to a message, a text, a query) is expectation. Waiting for that response to be favorable is anticipation. Waiting for that response to be unfavorable is defeatist. Waiting for the other to reach out is a possibility. Waiting for the other to love you without conditions is too much.
Waiting for the past to continue into the present is hoping. Waiting for the present to be as good as the past is idealizing. Waiting for a moment to freeze in time is romanticizing.
Waiting for your "shoulds" to be part of reality is dreaming. Waiting for "musts" to characterize your personality and those around you is imposition. Waiting for the other to change according to your standards is subjugation. Waiting for his/her standards to define you is cooptation.
Waiting for the moment to become vulnerable is courage. And wanting to bounce back when things go wrong is strength.
And writing this email and waiting for time to wind up to 6:30pm is------
Killing time? better time? Spent time? Aaahh, just sharing time with you.
Haha...ok, ok, that's not Bach or Exupery, that's just me.
I am done. 2:10pm and logging out....
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