Hiding Place

WELCOME TO MY THOUGHT CORNER!

This is my personal "hiding place" where I can talk about my feelings and thoughts freely; the perfect corner where I can give life to my daydreams and complain about my reality; an escape to share my kind of crazy and keep my sanity. I love words that rhyme and that is not a crime. This is a mixture of darkness, butterflies and confetti. If you're still reading this then it's working so go ahead and enjoy the rest of it. - C

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

These Guys Are Not Real

           May 1, holiday. I was excited yesterday thinking that I could get to do a movie-marathon or I could sleep all day without worrying for anything since tomorrow, May 2, will be training day and it is one of those days that we can enjoy because we don't do work, we don't check e-mails and we go home while the sun is still up but ready to set though. It is very rare that we get to see the setting of the sun during weekdays. There is a huge possibility that it is from inside the office while we're looking outside of the window.

         Well anyhow, back to my story. I woke up past 12 in the afternoon that is and my head spins a little bit from having too much sleep and more from crying last night not because of some... whatever issue but because of watching Hachiko. I feel you, Hachi. Waiting really sucks. It made me thinking, I should have a statue too. Haha! Just kidding.

       Driving back to the right path, my plan was to do a movie-marathon which I did, with a twist. It became movies-that-I've-seen-more-than-once-marathon. I watched Life As We Know It, Sweet Home Alabama, Crazy Stupid Love, What's Your Number? and The Back Up Plan... again. A little too many chick flicks that got me thinking why don't I have a man? Yes, you hear me. Or should I say, you read it right. Just so you know, I'm not always like this. Ugh, enough of my excuses. It then started raining and it makes me yearn for someone to cuddle with. Damn! I hate the rain. It makes me feel all emo and sad and sappy. And then it makes me think all of the man in the movies that I've seen and it made me realize, these guys don't exist. Sam and Messer don't exist. Jake Perry doesn't exist. Jacob, the hot guy from the bar doesn't exist. Colin, the sexy and always naked guy from across the hall doesn't exist. And most definitely not Stan can stun me.

         How in the first place have I thought that these guys are real? And that I am a girl who's waiting to be swept off my feet by one of them? Blame it all to the rain and the lightning and the thunder. I think it's even more possible that Thor will emerge from the dark clouds to save the humanity from whatever. Ooopps! There goes my issues - distrust of men. Remind me again how it came to this? Because I wouldn't want to go there again. And I'm telling you I am not proud of this one. But I'll share it anyway. -C

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