For a particular reason, i found the hypochondriac that resides within, surface yesterday. Gingerly, i went to report sick. Indeed i was spooked by the recent negative publicity accorded to wearers of contact lenses. Fortunately, my fears were later proven to be unfounded and i managed to drive the hypochondriac back into the murky depths of my heart.
In the midst of waiting however, i found myself milling around a brochure stand which was serving as a dust collector for the medical centre. Bored as i am always, my eyes began to rove around the countless drab brochures displayed. Then in one discrete corner, i spotted an unusual one. Huddled with its more conventionally annotated brethren like "Hepatitis A", "Heat Stroke" was the oddball labelled, "Getting over a recently concluded relationship..." I was real amused.
Imagine getting MC over that. Anyway the brochure was filled with quirky tips on how to combat the withdrawal symptoms. Kudos to the team or that individual behind the content. I was half-expecting tips like, "Volunteer yourself for weekend duties to keep yourself occupied" or "Sign on to give yourself a fulfiling life now!" Apparently, the content manager wasn't me. Instead there were funny little things like, "C'mon! There are many more out there!", "Cheer up! It's her loss" ecetera...
Well, i suddenly realised that i myself took a year to overcome the withdrawal symptoms when it concluded. And i still occasionally mull over it every now and then. *Shrugs shoulders...
"What if we were still together? Would she have been happier that way?"
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