It’s times like this that I’m amused, think that I’ve perhaps “said it too fast”, think life as ironic and the synonyms of the blah. Just when thoughts were passing my mind, on the likes that, it’s so much easier for one, to not build on relationships, any relationships. For the simple reason that when you drift away, it’s then that you miss them the most. And statements like it’s-better-off-to-have-the-memories-than-to-have-not-had-them-at-all sound so pathetic in the head. This was the thought process a while ago and seemed impulsive enough to be blogged about, and was about here drifting about starting a new post, when Bam! The phone rings and the person who perhaps instigated it all, calls, and its a conversation exactly like the past, as if nothing had changed. And, I was all for it, pouring out all the stuff I had been up to, with things retained just between us, like in the old times.
How easily we transform into the roles of the counterparts of the relationships we share with each individual. It might be as simple as being an acquaintance to some random being on the road, whom you meet everyday, with a mutual consent of refusing to acknowledge the other’s compulsive daily presence, still managing to wave out and say hi to, the minute there is some deviation from the routine. And might extend up to, someone you talk to everyday, and are very close to. We deal with different people differently. And each role is a responsibility. Both ways. It takes probably nothing to wreck it all. And the fact that there was something doesn’t seem to matter at all. It’s the now that matters.
It’s always the now that matters.
