Dulcis Angelus Mortis Et Lucis: Hardly.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Hardly.

Off a tangent, I finally feel that all the money invested in therapy is amounting to something.
What's left this time is the quiet feeling of farway stories and black coffee cushioned by a measure of rememberance.

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On another note, how would you respond when your ex's concerned mother calls you up to enquire about her son and his new girlfriend? Seriously, what in the blazing hell do I know about her?
Would you put the phone down on her or would you listen politely?
I'm polite.
This was yesterday morning.

And so I listened to her tale of her son changing for the worse, empathised with the financial situation that his irresponsibility spawned, answered her questions, hear how he turned irrational in the face of love and exclaimed wonderment at how he failed too many courses.
But I'd already heard this from his brother weeks ago.
Still, I felt terribly sorry for her as I heard her broken tentative voice.
Pity came readily.

She adds me on MSN later.
Perhaps, I was a bit too polite.
I'm neither his keeper nor is he my responsibility.

Isn't it a little weird?

1:59 AM