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I am too lazy to write. I am too lazy to get out of my room… I am tired from the walking and the talking… I am lazy and sleepy and tired and sick of it all. I will go back to reading… I will stop staring at my shoes or my new books or my Cookie kit (a gift) or my flaws in the mirror. I will figure out how to save my hair. I will save my nails too… But for now, I am too lazy. And too sleepy. Sigh.
So, how was your weekend?
Complimentary…
… has been one of my favourite words for as far as I can remember. But between yesterday and today, I think these luxury 5 star properties have managed to push it to the top of my list. Yes! it tops ethereal and ephemeral and even fabulous and awesome! For it is fabulous and awesome!
I feel fantastic after free delicious meals and an assortment of over a dozen patisserie products in my complimentary room… but I feel fabulous, absolutely fabulous, after… wait for it… a 90 minute complimentary thai massage. Eeeeeeeeeee! I have been ruined and am such a corporate whore! Yikes.
Heeeeeeeeee! :P
random thought # 3564890
Mojitos and Salmon on cornets followed by a gorgeous bed is absolute perfection.
PS. Complimentary 5 star rooms are effing awesome!
for the silences.
This is about all of us.
It’s about our loves and our friends… it’s about growing up and tiring of things… it’s about compromising so much that you refuse to compromise anymore. This is about you and me and you too. It’s about listening and not reacting. It’s about hurting but not complaining. It’s about surprises and laughter and moments of pure happiness that become memories holding us together. It’s about the etchings of picture perfect moments in our mind scape.
It’s about all of us and all of you and none of us, really.
I’ve probably grown to love you over the years… and you, me. You irritate me and I irritate you. Thank the lords we don’t have any plans of marital bliss. You tell me to loosen up, I tell you to take things seriously. You roll your eyes at my corporate whoring, I stop before I utter the hated term… terms? You will never understand my hours, my work and never ever respect what I do. How can you? Have I ever let you? I will shut up and listen and not say anything when you crib about too little time. I will never have enough time and curse my job, my existence, my inability to not care about the money. I will hate myself for being unable to follow my so called dreams. You will listen and soon tune out, not saying much. We are tied by the silences, you and I.
Your priorities and mine don’t match. Some of our time zones don’t match. We will congratulate each other and laugh and toast and make merry when we are together… but we all know it’s not the same. How can it be? We are different aren’t we? We are grown ups now… it’s difficult enough compromising, adjusting and managing families and then romantic relationships… we don’t need more to deal with. We don’t want to compromise, we don’t wish to adjust… short fuses… shorter tempers… oh so irritable and tired. Give me a drink and let us not listen to each other… just nod and smile. What you don’t say makes us work.
When you bite that tongue, you save us a fight… When I ignore your sarcasm and implications, I give us a few more months… till the next birthday. The wind howls mirroring the pain and the hurt… the rain pours down on us, washing our tears… we ignore the wind and our tears… these silences tie us together.
The past makes us listen when you need us to. We are there for each other. No matter what. We are grown ups now… we are our own people… we are struggling with our insecurities and self doubt. You are so much smarter. Prettier. You are more intelligent? You are your own wo/man. You imply it or I imagine it. I imply it or you imagine it. We exhale and sigh and make up excuses to cut short our conversations. We are our own people. We need our space. We are all going through a phase, simultaneously. We refuse to accommodate each other. I take stress, I am sick. You are sick, you can’t deal with all this. It’s inherent in my tone, implied in yours. We are tied, you and I, and we choose to remain silent. Choose to remain tied. It’s about hugs and telepathic conversations and unabashed laughter just when we had given up hope.
For the silence. The comfortable silence and the overlooked idiosyncrasies. For us.
