So here I am, doing Overtime work just because I don’t have anything better to do on a weekend. Well, this is
actually good since I didn’t have enough plans to go out of town, I’ll be going somewhere next weekend though. Right now, I’m just increasing the salary that goes to the bank down to my pocket till I just poop it all and flush it down the toilet.
A friend wondered why I’m doing Overtime when I should be getting a life by spending this time with a significant other. I just shut my mouth up before I could start giving a number of reasons why I chose to be indifferent. Besides, after I could give a number of justifications, they still won’t understand so I figured it’d be just a waste of saliva.
Anyway, in reality, I’m running out of excuses on why I remain single, why I don’t have a girlfriend already. I still make it as an excuse that I’m finding ways to alleviate my family’s status from the pit to the ground. Some people would find the idea too noble but maybe I was just raised that way.
The bad thing about it is I still let life present itself to me rather than me looking for something to present life. Who actually controls destiny? I’ve read a book about Jim Paredes and there was a note asking if we were created by God or are we the ones who created Him? That message struck and just blew me away that I had to stand in that bookstore for a couple of moments because I still pondered the question for some time. It was a time of my life as well that I shouldn’t be reading those types of books because the topic was and still is a sensitive one in my current condition.
Going back to the topic, I did attempt to pursue her; and at a certain point, I not only attempted. But I was met with dismay. She was the one for me, but I was rejected. When I found out that the woman of my dreams ran off with some guy with a tattoo, I felt out of place and out of reason. All the more that I didn’t make any move. Well maybe I did make a move; but the outcome didn’t look too good. I didn’t only lose a potential wife, I lost a lifetime friend; and it hurt like hell.
I still feel attached to her that’s why I can’t find other women out there. Does getting a life mean getting a partner? To me it does, cause the way people see me, that’s the only thing lacking; which maybe true in some sense. I don’t want to listen to people anymore, honestly. As I easily get swayed from different point of views when in reality, it should be my perception that matters most. And because what I see now is the monitor with my hands typing left to right, and a certain responsibility that keeps on blinking; reminding me that I still have a long way to go before I’m done for the day, I should go back to the present.
Back to work, Edcel. Get a life later.