Saturday, April 24, 2010

Fallacy Of Attachment





We learn that he listens to Bamboo. He can even mimic his voice when he finds himself holding a microphone. Having the same musical taste, we share a common playlist. He knows Spiteri like I do. He may be familiar with Corgan and Rzeznik but he is attracted more the euphony of Rivermaya. He finds great awe being surrounded by trees. If only he knew the depth of my affection to the canopy. A press of the palm of my hands as I pass by a huge trunk reveals my veneration. He said he used to sit by the shore as a kid to watch the sun set. No wonder we saw an ethereal glow on his face as dusk heralds the passing of a day.

At a hindsight, all elements are present: It was a hang out that could have been a romantic date.


Sa ikalawang palapag ng Ministop Home Depot, nakaupo kami sa lamesa habang tahimik na kumakain. Pareho naming gusto ang luto ng fried chicken doon. Bukod kasi sa big piece ito ay iba rin ang timpla ng kanilang breading. Sa malayo ay matatanaw ang kapatagan ng Marikina. Lubog na ang araw at tanging ang kalat-kalat na liwanag na lang ang patuloy na nakikipaglaban sa pagbalot ng dilim. Kami lang ang tao sa ikalawang palapag; Ang manaka-nakang harutan ay nauwi sa masarap ng kuwentuhan. Malalim ang naging palitan namin ng kuro-kuro tungkol sa nalalapit na halalan. Marami siyang na-obserbahan na aking sinang-ayunan. Mula roon ay napunta ang usapan sa buhay buhay. Palibhasa'y dehado kaya't ako ang naparami ng kuwento. Nakilala niya na rin ang ikatlong tinuturing kong grupo.

Mister Deja Vu had fun, he said.

But behind the false appearance of being buddies lies a truth that we had a sleazy history. He was (and might still be) a fuck buddy. In all the ages we slept with strangers, we avoid going out with them out of fear of learning the truth:

That it's hard not to fall knowing you have belatedly found your match.




5 comments:

Mac Callister said...

why not?you could both start again di ba...

red the mod said...

Sometimes we just have to let things go, for them to fall into place. We have to get lost before we find our way. The night holds her spell on all of us, and the circumstance of longing just as fallacious as the throbbing of skin. The heart is easily hoodwinked by our own volition, without a little regard to the party. Only because, deep down, we also wanna be hoodwinked, and beholden.

~Carrie~ said...

sa totoo lang, nosebleed ako sa entry at comment. :(

Galen said...

Carrie:

Nagkita kami ni Deja Vu ulit after two months. This time, mas mahaba yung kuwentuhan at walang naganap na kalibugan. Narealize ko lang na sa mahabang oras na pag-uusap namin, marami pala kaming similarities.

Nakakalungkot lang na anuman ang mangyari, hindi puwedeng mag-grow ang pakiramdam ng isa't isa kasi may asawa at anak siya.

Samantalang ako naman eh hindi papayag maging kabit lang.

~Carrie~ said...

Ah. Getsemani ko na. Thanks, friend.

Nakaka turn on naman pala tong si Beyonce Deja Vu. Boses pa lang, malalaglag na salawal kong pasador. Lol. Maganda ang singing voice.