My temporary bachelorhood, is coming to an end, while I enjoyed the time alone, it is clear to me that I could not really be a "bachelor." I'm a sucker for relationships. The last few weeks have given me an opportunity to do me better - I met people, got new liming buddies and had a blast. I'm not terribly sadden that it is over; it allowed me to learn more about myself, and I always appreciate learning more about me. It gave me the opportunity to interact with colleagues outside of work and to meet new people; albeit under the influence of music, vibes and rum. I thought to myself yesterday, I am so going to enjoy the culmination of carnival on Monday and Tuesday. This is the first time I actually had this thought (or at least with such conviction).
Though there will be plenty people I know around me (they are not my regular jumping up buddies - albeit there only two or three of them at most), it will be a different jump - but different is not always bad. I want this experience - I would love if Sophie would play mas but it is unlikely; but at the same time, if she doesn't, it's ok, because I don't mind this experience. The last few weeks, liming, feteing, has shown me that I can have a great time alone - especially around carnival time; but it is so much more fun with people, more so with people that love carnival time.
So, my time as a pseudo bachelor is done, it was fun while it lasted, but it cemented in my mind that it is not something I would do the rest of my life - at least not in the strictest definition of the word.
But I could so do it every carnival.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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