And after one of the drunken nights at one of the favorite drunken places, C5 Roxas, the moment my head hit the pillow, or shoulder, I was hit by a question, enough to drain out the alcohol from my brain, and immediately, I imagined speakers around my bed, blasting “These are things I've thought about silly boy, you're often thought about in waves.”
“Why do you never seek for confirmation?”
The poison goes back to the head, the answers flashed for some milliseconds, and I answered, “I don’t know.”
The answer was kept for two reasons, 1. sleep, 2. uncertainty, which is the cause of the entire issue to begin with.
To lay out the answer, there would be two reasons for not wanting to seek for confirmation. It would be the confidence of knowing the answer, or the extreme lack thereof, matched with the dread of hearing the wrong answer.
And on that moment, I felt like Bridget Jones trying to get a hold of some self-help-love-men are not from mars book.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Confirmations
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