People tell you not to do it.
I know I do it a lot.
I know my brain can’t come to any rock-solid conclusion based on half-baked facts.
And yet, it tries.
And yet, I try.
I importune the I Ching with a myriad of questions it answers but I am never satisfied with the answer.
I have my answer…as much as I’m going to get at the moment.
I’m just finding it hard to accept.
I thought I was a master accepter, when life was easy. Past heartbreaks seem like mere irritations compared to this one.
I can’t help but hold on to hope.
In one of my favourite novels, I was attracted to the fact that the heroine’s instinct was wrong. I thought it was cool and edgy and realistic and unromantic. Like life.
Yet here am I with a wrong instinct and it ain’t so much fun when it’s me.
I’m waiting for her to rescue me.
I’ll be waiting a long time.
I can’t eat. I’m getting skinny. When you’re hungry yet you have no appetite…how does that even work?
I just ate. Jumped on the bandwagon of a flash of appetite.
Give it time.