Letter to H.

Dear H,

I refuse to contact you, so don't try contacting me if all of sudden it strikes your fancy (I highly doubt it though). This will be the first and last time I directly address to you here, so here it goes. H., I never noticed how much of myself I lost during the seven years we were together, and how much it was becoming a toll to my(our respective) sanity back then. Now, though I am admitting that breaking up was the best thing that happened to us, it does not mean that I forgave you for all the shit you put me through. I hope that someday karma will bite you in your ass and that what I have been telling you for the past couple of years will finally go through that thick skull of yours. But at the same time, I wish you well. I hope that you will never put another girl in the position that you placed me in and that she will never have to suffer what I had to. I can confidently say that we will never be friends again, but I hope that one day in the far future, when we meet again in this small world of medicine and research that we will both be happy with our then significant others and chat cordially for the short (very short) duration. Till then, take care of yourself.

-A

Happy Holidays

Today is Christmas Day. It seems as if the whole world was put on hold for a day--the streets were significantly emptier than usual, and parking lots empty. I felt like I was one of those survivors on 28 days later, walking amidst empty streets in the wind--all I really needed was newspapers flying.

Anyways...It wasn't exactly a joyous day in our household; parental units decided it was a day to hold grudges against each other over something minor. Placing the rest of the family in a very awkward atmosphere, and reducing my siblings and I to messengers..."tell your father this..." "whats for dinner? tell your mom to...." I'm not terribly upset, we don't exactly celebrate Christmas anyways, however it just forced us to observe our parents in a very different light than we use to.

As a teenager, I've always viewed grownups as a more mature form of human beings and therefore they wouldn't dare throw a fit, argue and god forbid act like a child. However, the older I become, the more I realize, it is not the fact that they stop acting such antics, it is just simply they know how to conceal themselves better than they use to (of course there are always the exceptions which do it ALL the time...but for the majority, this applies).

Growing up sucks, and the growing pains never stop. Sure it might leave for a while, but be sure that it will return in full force in another form at a time that one least expects it to.