Drowning Isn't the Best Solution

Freyja Griffin one day realized that she was born to die. But then, everyone else is too. So she decided to make do with her life

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Misery's a Company

Yes, yes. I get ample moral supports from here and there.

Out of the blue...

: Isn't it odd? I'm a writer but I have problems in communication.

J: Aren't all writers like that?
How come you have no problem communicating with me?

M: Heh. I do have problems, you just didn't know it yet.
Well, now you know.

J: What's wrong?

M: It's... all these... young writers. They're so young and seemingly so depressed and... all their lives are so, so, so miserable. And they're only so young! I mean..it's just so...

J: Heheh. But misery makes the best writers. Joyce was miserable. He made excellent pieces.

M: Yes, I know. But... *moans*

J: They say it's the writers' sport. Writers live a miserable, sorrowful lifes. It gets the brain some exercise.

M: HAHAHA. So am I qualified? I'd make a good writer, right? I mean, you did say you can't promise me anything, and... 'be prepare to lead a live full of sorrow', wasn't that what you said to me?

J: pffft...

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Sugar Sweet

J and I talk on the phone atleast an hour every day when we're away. Often late at night or early at dawn. A compensation for the lack of physical intimacy.

At first this annoyed the hell out of my roommate. Her new job had forced her to become an early bird, and listening to me giggling on the phone at two in the morning didn't help. Lately she had developed an immunity. Or perhaps because I don't giggle as much?

Our phone conversations have very limited subjects. Daily activities, health and well-being, the house, the dogs, some gossips we share, small remarks of love--yes, the cheesiest the better, and food.

I can't say I understand J well, or if he had been able to read me between the lines fluently. I sometimes worry about this, and then reminding myself; my parents had been together for 28 years and they don't understand each other. So, what the hell, yeah! Am taking my chances. Life is about chances. And choices. And craps like "You make your own happiness", "A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down", and "Pot of gold at the other end of the rainbow".