[July 14th 2008 – 12 a.m.]
I was alone in TGV watching Hancock. People were all either twins, triplets or quadruplets. I was alone there, managed to pinpoint a N11 out of the vast cinema. The seat was perfect, for no one was beside me, right or left. It occurred to me that most people are incapable of handling the idea of watching a movie alone. Anyone caught doing that would be stamped with labels ranging from a lonestar to a depressive, or even worse an anti-social bastard. Yet I decided against all the labeling, kept my composure and sank into my seat N11. Being there alone enabled my mind to levitate across numerous dimensions, beyond the prevalent one in which we are all trapped in everyday. It made me realize a few portentous thoughts about life. That some people like me are destined to lead a solitary life. Companionship of any kind has always failed to satisfy my innermost desire to own something or someone. Unfortunately, companionship in the form of friends will never satisfy this kind of desire. There is always an empty sphere waiting to be filled. Can one person truly understand another person completely? Couples? I doubt so. And so the linkage from the first thought led me to contemplate that an individual must not be feeling-dependent on another individual in any way. In my lexicon of love, speaking from previous experiences, lovebirds have every right to be feeling-dependent on each other. Passion is brought out that way. Any attempt to restrain the dependency with excuses such as ‘nothing is certain in this world’, ‘even married couples get divorced’, and ‘friends are there for life whereas lovers come and go’ will only make a relationship bureaucratic. Love is a process where feelings must be fully extracted from both parties for it to be fulfilling. Lovers should be fully feeling-dependent on each other to be able to completely garner the nectars of love.
I was alone in TGV watching Hancock. People were all either twins, triplets or quadruplets. I was alone there, managed to pinpoint a N11 out of the vast cinema. The seat was perfect, for no one was beside me, right or left. It occurred to me that most people are incapable of handling the idea of watching a movie alone. Anyone caught doing that would be stamped with labels ranging from a lonestar to a depressive, or even worse an anti-social bastard. Yet I decided against all the labeling, kept my composure and sank into my seat N11. Being there alone enabled my mind to levitate across numerous dimensions, beyond the prevalent one in which we are all trapped in everyday. It made me realize a few portentous thoughts about life. That some people like me are destined to lead a solitary life. Companionship of any kind has always failed to satisfy my innermost desire to own something or someone. Unfortunately, companionship in the form of friends will never satisfy this kind of desire. There is always an empty sphere waiting to be filled. Can one person truly understand another person completely? Couples? I doubt so. And so the linkage from the first thought led me to contemplate that an individual must not be feeling-dependent on another individual in any way. In my lexicon of love, speaking from previous experiences, lovebirds have every right to be feeling-dependent on each other. Passion is brought out that way. Any attempt to restrain the dependency with excuses such as ‘nothing is certain in this world’, ‘even married couples get divorced’, and ‘friends are there for life whereas lovers come and go’ will only make a relationship bureaucratic. Love is a process where feelings must be fully extracted from both parties for it to be fulfilling. Lovers should be fully feeling-dependent on each other to be able to completely garner the nectars of love.
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