Confession of a confused gurl

The last time I met this friend was about a month ago where during our talk she revealed what was troubling her the past few weeks. If it’s just another gal talk I won’t bother writing about it, you might as well get one of those female magazines which pretentiously ‘listen’ & give you the best solution to all of your relationship problems.

So anyway, we met again & she shared me what seem to be the aftermath of her dysfunctional relationship. Things didn’t work out between the two (I’ll spare you the gory details), & without any agreement they went separate ways. You know how people decided to care about the other person to avoid further complication? That’s what happened.

She didn’t really care about it at first (or pretend not to?), as usual time will pass, time will heal, she’ll eventually forget about the guy & meet another guy blah blah blah…

It didn’t. A couple of months passed, she kept thinking about him, that went on until the 4th month. What bothered her was she thinks she’s obsessed with him. I didn’t really get what she meant by “obsessed” until she described what’s been going on in her head.

It’s just funny to hear that not only she found herself thinking about him (which I think is quite normal), she also developed this strange habit. Whenever she’s on the street (either walking or riding in a public transportation) she would watch the cars, & each time she spot a golden kijang (Toyota) she’d check the license plate to see if it’s her ex’s car. It doesn’t stop there, her mind would start wandering, thinking about the guy, replaying what had passed & wondering what might have been.. (imagine how ‘busy’ her mind is while such cars are everywhere on the street of Jakarta!).

“Well, try to think before you answer this…are you obsessed with him OR with the golden kijang?” She lol-ed. Good, at least that cheered her up a bit.

I don’t pretend to be a shrink, let alone doctor love (made her admit her materialistic trait? hehe..). Was more concerned about her feelings & she assured me that she’s doing fine, just can’t figure out this unusual new habit. I figure if it doesn’t bother her much, it’ll pass just as she has survived the past few months. She assured me that being busy in the office & at home helped her get through the days. Guess that’s the best she could do.. busy living or busy dying (oops!).