Alone

It’s a Saturday evening and am alone at work, finishing up some travel arrangements for a handful of clients flying in this week.

I just realized, it’s kinda lonely here. Raven is a bit lonely.

I’ve practically spent the whole day alone — doing my facial and coming to work in a weekend. I ate a nice tomato and mushroom pasta at the Mitsukoshi foodcourt, and now, coming back to work to finish it off before heading to the gym.

Aside from a brief 30-minute call from CW who said “Hi,” (I think it’s because he felt guilty for abandoning me last night for the company of two chicks), I really had no interactions with anybody else.

In a way, it’s liberating — you get to do what the hell you want, and heck, your productivity shoots up.

But you kinda feel sorry for yourself.

When I was walking to work, I thought, “Maybe that’s why people marry… they yearn for the companionship. They hate to be alone.”

And yet, on the other hand, if I’m stuck with a partner who brings me more pain than pleasure, being alone is still a welcoming option.

Aussie guy popped in mind today. “At least, the emotional roller coaster’s ride is over,” I thought. It’s been weeks since I’ve been in contact.

All my fault la. Not his. He did give me a missed call last Saturday and emailed me asking if I was still alive earlier this week.

I didn’t answer of course.

Am sick and tired of games, and wanting what I can’t have.

I’d rather give it up entirely.

Anyway, I’m still content. I partied hard last night, drank a few glasses of wine and suffered a slight headache for drinking too much. Then, it’s Carnegies till the wee hours of the morning where I said my regular greetings to my friends at the door before heading home.

This is my penance.

And I embrace it.

Willingly.

Why?

Because heck, though some of you may pity me for being alone (or surprised that I even am), at least, I know the direction where I’m going and am truly content. And if there’s somebody to be by my side, let him prove himself worthy!

Which brings a side note of, my repeat disappointment with men in my life.

I thought CW had a chance when I went with him to the wine-tasting yesterday, but he failed the unspoken test — know where your loyalties lie.

Anyway, I digress.

Like I said, no regrets and I don’t feel sorry for myself.

It’s kinda different… and we embrace what is different.

I’m babbling here so I’ll just leave this post for another day.

Hope you’re out partying tonight!!!

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About Bonita

I'm a forgetful person. But I think a lot. Every day, a lot of thoughts enter my head. That's why this blog came to be: first, to keep my memories alive through the years, and two, to actually see how I and my thoughts have changed. Please note that I seldom draft or edit my posts. Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I offend some of you, my readers. And while I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, I am not sorry for being honest or for making well-intentioned mistakes. I will however be the first to admit if I change my mind. Hence, do read and proceed with caution. My life is as colorful and as boring as you make it. I complain many days, but offer some encouragement in others. Life is fluid, it changes. So keep the positives and throw away the negatives, and I do hope that at the end of the day, you will enjoy reading the blog and leaving comments here and there if my posts touches you. Happy reading!
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