Chickybabe For The Single Self

I’m not really single right now, it’s just that Mel’s gone down to Sydney with her parents for the week and in her words of “You’ll be fine. Just pretend you’re single for the time being”. So I did, and here are the jumbled mess of thoughts that follows in its wake.

  1. The dangerous game could be taken to a whole new level. Not to say it already hasn’t. But a guy has to take some breaks in between. It’s not something I want to lose in more ways than one.
  2. At what point does the protectiveness over a friend spill over as jealousy of unattainable desire? How far does the line go between stopping the bad because you know its bad and keeping all the fun things out because care too much?
  3. Winter’s impending arrival is made much more apparent by the cold empty bed at night.
  4. While vanity may be a great motivator, so is the desire not to be left behind all alone. I’d let myself go and push on ahead regardless of the consequence for that. Never to be alone. Never again.
  5. The phrase “You never really miss someone until they are gone” has it’s wisdom. Then again, it sounds silly if you feel that after a day. I feel silly right now.

7 thoughts on “Chickybabe For The Single Self

  1. (1) Eat game. Play game. Sleep game. Bah.
    (2) A lot of things cannot be defined by lines and boundaries and what-nots. And most of the time, most of the things are flexible, can be bent. Go with the flow.
    (3) Err.. Put the penguin in bed..??
    (4) Keep it up!! =)
    (5) I’m even sillier for feeling that after I had just dropped J at the bus station. No matter how long he will be away, or how soon I’ll be seeing him again, or how much I’ve tried to tell myself that it isn’t a big deal, those damn tears never listened.

  2. 5. I can understand. I feel the same way, except that I start missing R right after I drop him off too. *Hugs Pelf*

  3. Boinq: I am fine. It’s just the things in my head. 🙂

    1. Well all of life is a game. I just take mine seriously. 🙂
    2. Then again, some things can be broken. Where that lies in the line, that’s hard to say for someone who pushes things past its limits.
    3. Quite different from a warm body I must say. 🙂
    4. Always do!!
    5. Never really was good in saying goodbyes. Kinda why I never say them.

    Pat: Yeah, *Hugs Pelf* 🙂

  4. 1. Playing with fire?
    2. When it becomes a dangerous game.
    3. That can be dangerous…
    4. Justification?
    5. I think it’s sweet not silly.
    1 2 3 4 5 are all related, right?

  5. 1. I’m the pyromaniac. Aren’t I supposed to love playing with fire?
    2. It already is a dangerous game.
    3. How is that dangerous?
    4. I was always alone as a kid. I’m making up for lost time.
    5. Yeah I guess. 🙂

    In a way they are all related since they stem from the same source. 🙂

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