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Monday, September 11, 2006

Behind Drinking

A second attempt to White Mountains was a failure. It was boring, it was tiring, it was raining. We barely climbed, after a 2 hour drive there. Backtracked down the slope. Didn't felt like climbing I guess, drove further to do some shopping. Thunderstorm. The weather forcast was damn accurate.

Drinking session that night went pretty well. Everyone drank alot, but I didn't. Not enuf to make me that high. The guys' head were spinning, one were slurring. And she was lying around everywhere. Perhaps we did things we shouldn't but it was a good chance to get everyone talking, things we might not share when we were sober. Worried that the relationship might fail, showed he was trying to make an effort, how he proclaimed his love for her and the story of the puppy that was repeated thrice. Things that he didn't remember the next day, how her door was left opened the entire night, and the other 2 with a hangover.

We were debating, or discussing rather on how the other halfs or friends would say, that which side feels better: the one who is in the foreign country or the one left behind. The one in the foreign country would tell e one left behind that he/she still has friends, family and all the familiar things in his/her life, people and things to fall back on. The one left behind would tell the one in the foreign country that he/she has a new life, new experiences, new excitement, so much so that may change him/her and may soon have no time for him/her.

No one can verify. Nothing can be done. Cos when you are apart, you are apart. It takes two hands to clap, it takes both parties to make effort. You may not think the other party is making any effort, but he/she may be trying in his/her own ways you fail to see. If only the complaining and negative thoughts exist, things are bound to fall apart. Someday, somehow. It cannot be compared anyways, who is to say it's unfair? You will feel the way you feel when you are in that position, you will never know how the other party feels.

No guessing games, but try to keep everything together, isn't it a better solution? Things can be simplified, can be made complicated. Not that no one should complain, not that no one should be negative. But how much is enough? It boils down to the individual, no one knows what the future holds. Who can be sure?

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