Saturday, December 11, 2010
Chapter 179:
at 20:13
Do you understand?
Sometimes, things are simply not measured in years nor length of time.
Be it your maturity, depth of feelings, fragility of friendship.
None of these are of any consequence, though time indeed allows for more communication.
In certain sad (but often seen) situations, time even serves as the function which allows for divergence between individuals.
To me, growing up is not simply an increase in age; it's a improvement in maturity.
When one grows up, one bids farewell to idealistic notions & all the stupid fairy tales which do no exist in the real world.
Sure, girls are always entitled to be more dreamy & less practical, this I agree & sometimes too succumb to.
But I believe, growing up entails one making room for rationality, in place of mere ideas which will never come true.
It serves to allow one to strike a balance between ideals and practicality.
& one which just holds on to idealistic notions, and shut off the real world, is merely an escapist growing old but not growing up, no?
& I detest the presence of such individuals 'cause it's frickkin' shallow.
More so 'cause you're like a little kid living in an adult body, which should not be the case.
Little boy and girl should make way for mature grown-ups.
That's how I see it.
Yet, regardless of how stifled and exasperated I feel, when a friend is of such nature, I won't grumble, merely 'cause it's a friend.
But really, when the limit is breached, it's ridiculous for me to continue to tolerate anything that I do not expect of any new acquaintance I meet.
U, you must know, I'm not escaping your sms/question.
Give me some time to organise my thoughts, or rather, give us some time to organise our thoughts.
Not that we're incoherent or unclear of what we want.
But rather, respect is still underlying in out communications, & we will never want to hurt you with harsh words.
& really, the nagging thought is, WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME? Newer Posts
