I sort of hate myself tonight.
I can't seem to like the performance of the band, which is by the way, in my normal condition I would regard as awesome since they play my favorite songs, wear suits, and have no overacting stage act.
Same goes with the food. They have a special buffet for vegetarians and the bruschetta looks incredibly delicious, but I wonder where the heck my appetite goes.
And the people. Ugh, the people. I appreciate their effort to be kind, but it doesn't mean everyone should come up to me and ask the exact same question as the person before. Can't they look at me and tell it to themselves that, yeah, I'm happy, and of course I would since they throw this party for the sole purpose of congratulating my promotion as a partner?
Except I'm not. When I said I hate myself tonight, it's not only because I'm having a hard time to enjoy this special party thrown just for me.
It's because this cursed brain of mine can't help but thinking:
Would this party be more bearable if you were here?
I can't seem to like the performance of the band, which is by the way, in my normal condition I would regard as awesome since they play my favorite songs, wear suits, and have no overacting stage act.
Same goes with the food. They have a special buffet for vegetarians and the bruschetta looks incredibly delicious, but I wonder where the heck my appetite goes.
And the people. Ugh, the people. I appreciate their effort to be kind, but it doesn't mean everyone should come up to me and ask the exact same question as the person before. Can't they look at me and tell it to themselves that, yeah, I'm happy, and of course I would since they throw this party for the sole purpose of congratulating my promotion as a partner?
Except I'm not. When I said I hate myself tonight, it's not only because I'm having a hard time to enjoy this special party thrown just for me.
It's because this cursed brain of mine can't help but thinking:
Would this party be more bearable if you were here?
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