Currently listening to: Miss You Like Crazy by The Moffatts
I'm getting quite slack in writing these days. My bad. It's just that, while I have always maintained that I do not care about what I write in my blog and who reads it, there are certain things which I would prefer not to mention at all. I mean, even if I do mention them, no one (save the few who knows and actually reads my blog) would've been able to understand a word anyway. The entry would've been so cryptic, so mysterious. So much so that, after a while (depending on the "seriousness" of the matter of course), even I would not have been able to comprehend what it was that I had been writing about. Geez...
Anyway, in a short span of... 3 days, a lot of things have happened. Not to me, but to people around me. It would have been a bit too much to take, had it not been... more than 2 months since the possibility of BB going away began to set in. By now, things have gone through so much uncertainties that I feel like I am way past the point of feeling worried and sad.
That's not to say that I am not sad about BB leaving. Yes, BB is going back to Malaysia next Wednesday. And I know that BB and his girlfriend are really upset about it. I also know that I am nowhere near as upset as they are. Which is probably why I do not feel as upset as I had originally thought I would've felt. Because there really is no point for everyone to be upset about things and upset each other even further by being upset together.
I'm not trying to "show off" just how "strong" I am, but now that I think about it, I have always been like that. Whenever my friends and I are sad or unhappy about something, I tend to be the one who is not crying, who is comforting the others. Some people may see it as a good thing; some see it as a bad thing. The way I see it, I am either emotionally "independent", or emotionally "unavailable".
Care to take a pick out of the two? I'll give you some comments which will hopefully help you make the choice.
According to a colleague from work, I give off an "aura" that apparently scares guys away. And, according to a much-treasured friend, I am not a cold-blooded person, but a "cold" person. The same friend also said that, while I am always more than willing to help others, I hardly ever ask for help myself.
So. What's the verdict people? Am I:
a) Emotionally "independent"
b) Emotionally "unavailable"
c) Both
d) Neither
Feel free to let me know. It'd be interesting to find out a little bit more about myself. It always is.