Most people would have sat on a rollercoaster.
Or at least stared at one, as it speeds dizzyingly, eliciting screams from those who
are riding it.
I feel I am ON a rollercoaster. An emotional one at that.
The oscillating, heart-in-my-mouth-dry-throated feeling is frequent, to say the least.
So you have my deliriously happy spells, interspersed with gleeful spiel by close friends, all conjuring merry pictures of conjugal bliss. (The glossy magazines sure do their work well).
On the flip side, there are also those moments when I sit with my face cupped in my palms, glumness writ large over my face – such are the images that some paint for me.
Some questions / comments that are guaranteed to make me do a volte-face from cool, collected chica to an anxiety-attacked, shitting bricks woman:
Uhmm, you are such a party animal. Have you kissed ‘em parties Goodbye?
You do know you wouldn’t have the freedom to travel when you want to, don’t you?
But you don’t know how to cook (anything except stories) (Incredulous expression)? How would you manage?
How would you buy your (insert appropriate number) pair of sandals? Wouldn’t you guys fight over it?
I’m really happy for you. But Aha! Giving up the joys of being single, are you? (Sigh) Good luck, dude!
And the worst –
Oh super!!! You getting hitched. Thinking of a Valentine baby?
Aaaaargh!
Stop. Just stop.
Thank God it just takes a conversation with TOOMA to soothe my ruffled feathers.
And make me jump out of my blues and swing back, with renewed vigor, into my idyllic state.
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