Being Alone. Being Myself.
Let's see.
GA last night talks about loneliness. Humph. As if I need more reminders, right? Interesting Meredith notes that doctors are the loneliest people on earth. Because they dedicated their lives to save others, giving up their times to others, they do not have times for themselves.
Something like the me last time. I put in time and effort to make a better place for others. And in the end, I become the person who bears all their problems.
One of the quintuplets (Thanks Laughing Cowww!!) died when Izzie was taking care of her. It was Addison's way of training Izzie to not be too attached to her patients. It was a hard lesson, which left Izzie baffled. On the other hand, Cristina gets to be a little more humane as she was made to treat a patient who swallow blades, and later light bulb just to stay out of prison. She carries with her a complex background of 3 murders. Cristina ignores her at first, but seeing the things she puts herself through to stay out of the prison cell, she extends her stay at Seattle Grace.
George's pining for Meredith is stronger, now that she is no longer with Derek. So much so that he confesses it to one of the patients. The patient said something to the effect of giving up (correct me if I am wrong), if she does not reciprocate.
There is something about yesterday's episode that tugs. That "No Man Is An Island" closing line.
Haiz.
....
I notice there is pattern I adopt with people.
The deeper I know a person, the more reluctant I am to share what is inside me. Maybe I am afraid of judgements. Maybe I am afraid of them ostracizing me because of my sharing. It is also possible that I cannot imagine them coming to know the REAL me. There could also be the issue of keeping up appearances.
Recalling my misadventure between end Jan and Feb... I could have shared it with offline people. But I chose to let the bleeding run online. I wasn't sure that it would work, so I withhold the thing from the closest people I know. None of them were a part of the happiness, and then the pain. Strangers to this blog knows more about that incident, then comes the people I met few times a year, then the people I meet more than a few times a year.
So, to people who know me very well, they will forever see me as a happy-go-lucky girl, with no problems.
To people whom I hardly know, they know I am a normal person.
To you, strangers, you know I am probably a wretched person. Hmm.. maybe too strong a word. Maybe real is more appropriate.
Thank you strangers, for letting me be who I am really.
GA last night talks about loneliness. Humph. As if I need more reminders, right? Interesting Meredith notes that doctors are the loneliest people on earth. Because they dedicated their lives to save others, giving up their times to others, they do not have times for themselves.
Something like the me last time. I put in time and effort to make a better place for others. And in the end, I become the person who bears all their problems.
One of the quintuplets (Thanks Laughing Cowww!!) died when Izzie was taking care of her. It was Addison's way of training Izzie to not be too attached to her patients. It was a hard lesson, which left Izzie baffled. On the other hand, Cristina gets to be a little more humane as she was made to treat a patient who swallow blades, and later light bulb just to stay out of prison. She carries with her a complex background of 3 murders. Cristina ignores her at first, but seeing the things she puts herself through to stay out of the prison cell, she extends her stay at Seattle Grace.
George's pining for Meredith is stronger, now that she is no longer with Derek. So much so that he confesses it to one of the patients. The patient said something to the effect of giving up (correct me if I am wrong), if she does not reciprocate.
There is something about yesterday's episode that tugs. That "No Man Is An Island" closing line.
Haiz.
....
I notice there is pattern I adopt with people.
The deeper I know a person, the more reluctant I am to share what is inside me. Maybe I am afraid of judgements. Maybe I am afraid of them ostracizing me because of my sharing. It is also possible that I cannot imagine them coming to know the REAL me. There could also be the issue of keeping up appearances.
Recalling my misadventure between end Jan and Feb... I could have shared it with offline people. But I chose to let the bleeding run online. I wasn't sure that it would work, so I withhold the thing from the closest people I know. None of them were a part of the happiness, and then the pain. Strangers to this blog knows more about that incident, then comes the people I met few times a year, then the people I meet more than a few times a year.
So, to people who know me very well, they will forever see me as a happy-go-lucky girl, with no problems.
To people whom I hardly know, they know I am a normal person.
To you, strangers, you know I am probably a wretched person. Hmm.. maybe too strong a word. Maybe real is more appropriate.
Thank you strangers, for letting me be who I am really.
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