If equal affection cannot be
Friday evening. Story done, reservation at sashimi heaven made, emails answered, about to switch off the computer. Then, as if on cue, a press release magically appears on my desk. "Erica, I'm giving you back your story. Add this guy's stuff at the top. He's really important." Perfect timing.
God, I've become one of those people who cannot keep appointments, who make people order food before I arrive, and when I finally do, bore them to death with an account of my misadventures at taxi hailing. What can I say? Me no taxi magnet. Never have been, never will be.
Mm, maybe if I keep this up, people will forget that I exist. Resolve to get taxi companies' numbers on my mobile speed dial anyway.
It's been a grey, drab, muggy kinda week... My goal to not screw up in my first month at work has sort of evaporated when I misspelt the name of a multi-syllabic scientific term, the mother of all freaking multi-syllabic scientific terms. Luckily, big shot computer firm could be pacified with an email.
Now, my goal is to not MAJORLY screw up. Maybe, by next week, it will be modified to "not getting sued".
In the meantime, I'm sort of the eye in the centre of other people's emotional storms. Maybe because I've seen it all, I know that there's no way to persuade anyone out of their intense journeys, even though it pains me to see them get hurt. Maybe in your early 20s, being in love does mean getting irreversibly, irretrievably hurt.
Maybe the only way to know how far you'd go for love, is to really go that far. Which could be very very far.
The peerless Auden said it best when he wrote:"If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me."
God, I've become one of those people who cannot keep appointments, who make people order food before I arrive, and when I finally do, bore them to death with an account of my misadventures at taxi hailing. What can I say? Me no taxi magnet. Never have been, never will be.
Mm, maybe if I keep this up, people will forget that I exist. Resolve to get taxi companies' numbers on my mobile speed dial anyway.
It's been a grey, drab, muggy kinda week... My goal to not screw up in my first month at work has sort of evaporated when I misspelt the name of a multi-syllabic scientific term, the mother of all freaking multi-syllabic scientific terms. Luckily, big shot computer firm could be pacified with an email.
Now, my goal is to not MAJORLY screw up. Maybe, by next week, it will be modified to "not getting sued".
In the meantime, I'm sort of the eye in the centre of other people's emotional storms. Maybe because I've seen it all, I know that there's no way to persuade anyone out of their intense journeys, even though it pains me to see them get hurt. Maybe in your early 20s, being in love does mean getting irreversibly, irretrievably hurt.
Maybe the only way to know how far you'd go for love, is to really go that far. Which could be very very far.
The peerless Auden said it best when he wrote:"If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me."
posted by Erica Tay at 8:19 PM
2 Comments:
Equal affection...that's an ideal we all (okay, most of us) want to achieve, don't we? btw, my friend really liked this quote, and copied it down.
affection,
R.
That's really a great quote!! In every relation, there will always have the giver and the receiver...usually the one who is stuck too deep...tends to give the most...Noble?? don't think so...more of a by-default thingy....sad
dee
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