life, and I believe that you need to talk.
Impassioned: There is no life left, and there is nothing to be spoiled now. I didn’t choose life the way it is. Back then, I was a really different person, full of life, who used to love being with people and enjoy gatherings. I used to be like normal people.
ME: You are normal. You need to realize this fact.
Impassioned: Now girls think I’m arrogant, egotistical and whatnot, but what they don’t understand is what’s in my heart, or my history. I don’t even accept anyone’s offers for lunch or coffee. I can’t make them understand that the guy they consider an eligible bachelor is actually hollow inside.
ME: I don’t think you are hollow YET. But you will be if you don’t get it out of your system. You really need to talk to someone, and I’m not lying.
Impassioned: Look, you are a nice girl. I am sure you want to console me, but I am aware of all the realities myself. Whatever you want to say, I already know. There is nothing that would matter to me, and I don’t want to do anything about it. She made me successful in only a week. You know why? Because there was nothing else left in my life to distract myself with, except my work.
I could almost feel him shaking his head at me as if I was a naughty kid and he didn’t believe a word I said to him. Believing is one thing but I actually felt like that.
ME: I agree with you, but there is a difference between consolation and changing someone’s life. You of all people should know that.
Impassioned: I live in my own world. I like to wear the finest clothes, stay professional; that’s all. I don’t want change in my life anymore.
ME: You can’t live like this. I’m sorry to say it, but nobody can.
Impassioned: I am living PERFECTLY well.
I didn’t believe him for even a second if he said he was perfectly well and happy. It’s just possible. How can someone live without happiness in their life? I didn’t know.
ME: You have to realize that she wouldn’t have wanted you to live like this.
Impassioned: She wanted me to be successful, which I am now, and she knew that without her, I wouldn’t have anything else. So therefore, I am successful.
Successful? Was he now? Getting corporate excellence, a perfect job and an empty house, he thought he was successful? He had literally lost his mind, I thought. How can he think himself happy when even I, being a total stranger, knew he wasn’t? I just didn’t get positive vibes from him; it was more like he was depressed. What he was saying was just preposterous.
ME: You know what, you are not successful. You are a FAILURE. You heard me. You are not successful.
Impassioned: Everyone is a failure in some ways. So what if I am as well? The world goes after apparent success; nobody cares about ignorable failures.
ME: Well, it’s not about the world, sweets, it’s about you and being what you are. I wonder how you live with yourself.
Impassioned: Then what should I do?
ME: Get out of it or over it. Stop blaming yourself for something that wasn’t in your hands.
Impassioned: Even if I don’t blame anyone, even then, the reality doesn’t change because she is no more. I’m one of those people who used to think that there would be always the ONE, and no other. I appreciate that you care, but the fact is that I don’t care anymore. Let it go.
I had to give him that, he was one of a kind. I could see that through his arguments though. I could easily judge his state of mind and although, I knew I had no right to interfere in his life but something made me want to reach out to him and make him feel better. Something inside me wanted to ease his pain.
ME: I don’t think I will.
Impassioned: Nobody would believe the story, and I don’t want either sympathy or pity.
ME: I’m giving you neither.
Impassioned: Let it go for me, please.
My mind failed to let it go. This was so wrong, and my brain screamed at me to do the right thing. I said what was on my
Impassioned: There is no life left, and there is nothing to be spoiled now. I didn’t choose life the way it is. Back then, I was a really different person, full of life, who used to love being with people and enjoy gatherings. I used to be like normal people.
ME: You are normal. You need to realize this fact.
Impassioned: Now girls think I’m arrogant, egotistical and whatnot, but what they don’t understand is what’s in my heart, or my history. I don’t even accept anyone’s offers for lunch or coffee. I can’t make them understand that the guy they consider an eligible bachelor is actually hollow inside.
ME: I don’t think you are hollow YET. But you will be if you don’t get it out of your system. You really need to talk to someone, and I’m not lying.
Impassioned: Look, you are a nice girl. I am sure you want to console me, but I am aware of all the realities myself. Whatever you want to say, I already know. There is nothing that would matter to me, and I don’t want to do anything about it. She made me successful in only a week. You know why? Because there was nothing else left in my life to distract myself with, except my work.
I could almost feel him shaking his head at me as if I was a naughty kid and he didn’t believe a word I said to him. Believing is one thing but I actually felt like that.
ME: I agree with you, but there is a difference between consolation and changing someone’s life. You of all people should know that.
Impassioned: I live in my own world. I like to wear the finest clothes, stay professional; that’s all. I don’t want change in my life anymore.
ME: You can’t live like this. I’m sorry to say it, but nobody can.
Impassioned: I am living PERFECTLY well.
I didn’t believe him for even a second if he said he was perfectly well and happy. It’s just possible. How can someone live without happiness in their life? I didn’t know.
ME: You have to realize that she wouldn’t have wanted you to live like this.
Impassioned: She wanted me to be successful, which I am now, and she knew that without her, I wouldn’t have anything else. So therefore, I am successful.
Successful? Was he now? Getting corporate excellence, a perfect job and an empty house, he thought he was successful? He had literally lost his mind, I thought. How can he think himself happy when even I, being a total stranger, knew he wasn’t? I just didn’t get positive vibes from him; it was more like he was depressed. What he was saying was just preposterous.
ME: You know what, you are not successful. You are a FAILURE. You heard me. You are not successful.
Impassioned: Everyone is a failure in some ways. So what if I am as well? The world goes after apparent success; nobody cares about ignorable failures.
ME: Well, it’s not about the world, sweets, it’s about you and being what you are. I wonder how you live with yourself.
Impassioned: Then what should I do?
ME: Get out of it or over it. Stop blaming yourself for something that wasn’t in your hands.
Impassioned: Even if I don’t blame anyone, even then, the reality doesn’t change because she is no more. I’m one of those people who used to think that there would be always the ONE, and no other. I appreciate that you care, but the fact is that I don’t care anymore. Let it go.
I had to give him that, he was one of a kind. I could see that through his arguments though. I could easily judge his state of mind and although, I knew I had no right to interfere in his life but something made me want to reach out to him and make him feel better. Something inside me wanted to ease his pain.
ME: I don’t think I will.
Impassioned: Nobody would believe the story, and I don’t want either sympathy or pity.
ME: I’m giving you neither.
Impassioned: Let it go for me, please.
My mind failed to let it go. This was so wrong, and my brain screamed at me to do the right thing. I said what was on my
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