It's 4am and I just got back home from work*, my lovely getaway from a supposed stress-free long weekend. It's Chinese New Year. Here I am, typing away my feelings.
News just broke that I am once again a resident of the ever-feared, ever-wretched, loathsome Friendzone.
Pangs of pain - one roused up from my stomach and the other glided down from my shoulder blades. They intersected around my chest. It was ---- well, beyond words. But a familiar pain.
To be fair, it's not that bad here in the Friendzone if you get used to it. You'd expect less. You'd be more chill with life. You'd look for more worthwhile things to do.
That's the thing. I'm tad too serious. Which could have been the likely cause for my reinstatement here.
I guess this balances out my seriousness.
Here's to hoping for the best from here onward and to hoping that I didn't annoy/pester her, or anything like that.
Happy New Year! Happy New Life!
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*Oh how I mulled over the idea of legit-using the phrase "back home from work" when I was "working" for my orgs back in college. Wala lang. Nostalgia shit. Feeling professional.
**Next thoughts:
- What is the Friendzone?
- Why is there such a thing as a Chinese New Year?
- Can I declare a Filipino New Year?
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