Tuesday, February 17, 2009

frankly, my dear, i don't give a damn

i was impatiently waiting for my mom outside this big shopping mall. right next to the exit there was a little "play & win" gambling place, the really gloomy kind. i was all into these little blinking arrows pointing to the door (they looked a lot like the ones with "to grandma's house"), couldnt take my eyes off of them, when this guy rushes outside speaking loudly on the phone: "baby i know i rejected your call, i can't talk right now i'm in a meeting, i'm in someone's office. (then switched to shouting) yeah i said two hours, so its more, so what???!!!! i can't talk now!! i know where to pick you up, i'll pick you up!!!! (then softly again) i'm in someone's office, i cant talk." and then he went back inside the little gloomy gambling place.

so i stayed and looked at the arrows, all mesmerized, dumb and outraged in the same time. and my conclusion was, after the inner rage was gone, that it should stop when it stops feeling right, feeling good. but can we really stop it right away or are we more comfortable soaking in our naivety towards love?