28th November. A distant memory is jogged. Seven years ago on this date, the final hurdle of my pre-tertiary education was completed.
I am not that kind of guy — the friend who takes the initiative to ask another person along for company on activities. Well, not for most of the time anyway. It’s true and it’s a sweeping generalisation across all friends. Here’s an example: I’m perfectly fine with going to the movies alone.
I don’t recall if I was always like this. Some memories have no worth in their recollection.
I wonder under what circumstances do people change or if it is just a natural evolution of life. Are we shaped wholly by life experiences or can there possibly exists greater powers that affect us? The hurtful, enriching, inane and the affecting all rolled up with many other facets of life into a package and constantly being digested by the denizens of everyday life.
I think I really am different from that self of mine years before. But the question begs whether I am thinking so because I want to or perhaps in reality I have not evolved radically at all.
I position the question to you as such that if it is a lie that sometimes I have no idea the things I do, then what might the truth statement be? I am a fan of details, of stuff that no one will notice, of subtleties that lay deep and dormant. I am also a fan of human interpretation, of how one’s mind works whether against or for oneself. If you were to perceive an insulting or complimentary innuendo, then it’s your perception. Don’t blame or look up to the storyteller. But the mind does work to find associations, even if blinded and looking for them in the strangest of places. That much I am sure.
I live and exist. Medically, I am alive.
I have always wondered about the different lives of an individual be it dual, triple or even multiple identities. "Two-face" doesn’t quite cut the defintion here since that will imply to a certain extent some negative connotation to it. Why and what do we reserve that one particular group of friends may know of but not another? But of course there are things I am not told of. While I appreciate not knowing the lifespan of the third cat my neighbour had from her days in university, if she had a cat at all, I sometimes do wonder if there are proper guidelines one draws to define his or her own privacy or is everything just a fuzzy hazy mess that winds and turns at one’s whims.
I come to terms. But despite all this, I know come next year I will unravel again and that I do not wish to know why I am really unravelling.
28th November. A fresh memory is coalescing. I will be attending my company’s Dinner and Dance event later in the evening.
* The title is a reference to the song by Jack Johnson.