Me and Nothing

Today, I had my flu vaccine. Next week I’ll have my HPV vaccine.  Yesterday, I had my facial.  This weekend I’ll probably have my hair treated and get a massage. 
 Why do I have to write these? Because I have nobody to tell them to.
I just read a blog of my also single friend on the same dilemma. And, yes, I agree. It’s painful to go home and sleep at night without anyone sincerely interested to know how your day went.  It’s frustrating to realize that your life is an apathy to others. Oh well, the latter line may be an exaggeration because I still have friends who may be interested in my crazy stories.  Yes, crazy stories.  They may want to hear how my absence made myself busy, but, upon getting the main thought, my minutes of fame eventually lose its shine. Then, how about my boring stories? The routine that I go through every day and will go through the following days? Who owns the responsibility, aside from my parents, of knowing how I was able to come home, at what time and with whom?  Who holds his duty on me?  N-O-B-O-D-Y.
Yeah, it may be something pathetic. To you, either you find this stupid or rather relating.  I try to kill this mindset by reading “Law of Attraction” lent to me by the same friend I was referring to a while ago.  And it has taught me to breathe positive statements to attract positive effects as well.  So now, I prefer practicing how to accumulate these positive vibes. Maybe then, I could finally stop complaining get what I want.  May be then, I would finally stop start ranting raving.  Maybe, that is when there is already S-O-M-E-B-O-D-Y.


*** Similarly, this entry was made several months ago. Just take a sniff, though."

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