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Kemarin Itu Sudah Lewat

Tulisan ini awalnya dari ingat-ingat tentang waktu di meeting sama salah satu partner kerja, terus salah mikir kalau brand pantai nanas itu sama dengan coconut island. Entah kenapa bisa kepikiran gitu ya. Lucu, tapi bikin mikir…

Kadang aneh yah pikiran manusia, bisa mengkait-kaitkan yang sebenarnya ga berkaitan. Terus jadi masalah deh kalau kita bersikeras kalau itu memang ada kaitannya dan ga sadar-sadar. Terus jadi berdebat sama siapapun itu yang ga kepikiran kenapa kita bisa berpikir ke situ. Padahal sebenarnya ada atau nggak ada kaitannya itu sepenting apa sih? Kadang masalah yang bikin kita berantem itu sebenarnya kayak si pantai nanas dan coconut island itu ga sih? Masalah yang kita ada-adain di pikiran kita. Berantem yang mengada-ada.

Tapi ya itulah manusia ya, kadang lebih mentingin siapa yang benar dan salah daripada… yang lebih penting. Apa sih contohnya yang lebih penting itu? Yah, misalnya buat ketawa bareng karena kesalahpahaman itu. Ya ampun, coba ingat-ingat deh berapa banyak sih masalah yang dulu heboh banget pas kita alamin, eh sekarang kalau diingat-ingat lagi ternyata konyol banget karena ga jelas. Atau ga inget lagi sebenarnya kenapa.

Dari mikirin itu. Jadi kepikiran lagi kalau seminggu yang lalu sempat ada problem sama orang terdekat. Ga jelas masalahnya kalau dipikir-pikir lagi sekarang. Untungnya bisa kembali baikan dan saling coba ngertiin setelah itu lewat. Kalau nggak?

Nah, pernah kepikiran ga sih kalau salah satu kebutuhan dasar kita dalam berhubungan itu adalah “dimengerti”. Terus, sering banget kita marah karena merasa ga dingertiin. Merasa kalau ga dingertiin itu artinya ga disayang. Padahal yang nggak ngerti itu bukan org lain, tapi kita yang ga bisa ngertiin diri sendiri. Merasa orang lain sengaja nyakitin kita atau apalah, tapi emangnya gitu ya? Atau cuma dikait-kaitin aja?

Pertanyaannya lagi, rasa sebelnya itu buat apa sih? Buat nunjukkin kalo kita terluka? Kenapa mau nunjukkin kalo kita terluka? Supaya bisa diobatin, kan? Tapi minta diobatinnya dengan ngelukain orang itu lagi? Lalu yang dilukain mau minta diobatin juga akhirnya? Nah loh, kalau gitu sekarang yang punya obatnya siapa? Orang pertama, orang kedua, dua-duanya? Siapa yang ga ngertiin siapa kalau begini jadinya? Bolak balik terus aja sampe bumi jadi datar kalo ga ada yang mau stop.

Abis itu sok-sok-an deh buat ingat siapa yang mulai permasalahannya. Padahal ingatan manusia itu aneh pake banget. Suka inget hal yang buruk di saat yang baik. Lupa hal baik di saat yang buruk terjadi. Sedih saat kebahagiaan jelas-jelas minta diambil. Atau senang lama-lama mempersulit diri sendiri buat bahagia lagi. Ga mau lupain yang bikin sedih, ga mau ingat yang bikin hepi. Ga ingat kalau kita itu cuma manusia, begitu juga si dia. Lupa kalau sama-sama ga sempurna, makanya harus saling jaga.

Makanya hubungan jadi susah, percintaan, pertemanan, pekerjaan, keluarga, dan sama diri sendiri. Kita suka pertahanin ego, “Ini gua. Lu harus ngerti. Lu harus terima.” Hidup itu singkat, tapi kita rela habisin waktu buat  nunjukkin kalau kita benar, orang lain salah. Daripada buat sadar kalau, “ini kita. Bukan lu atau gua aja.”

Kenapa ya manusia suka sok pake banget. Sok ngerti. Sok bener. Sok paling tahu. Padahal ujung-ujungnya kita ga bakal ngerti semuanya kok. Diri sendiri, orang lain, dunia yang aneh ini. Tapi ga harus ngerti kok buat bisa ketawa bareng. Karena yah balik-balik lagi, kenapa ga ketawa bareng aja sih? Karena ujung-ujungnya, semua yang ada di kemarin itu sudah lewat, pilih-pilih lah yang perlu diingat dan dilupain.

Jadi, udah nentuin siapa yang mau stop duluan sebelum bumi jadi datar?

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Relationships Are Like Books?

 

I suppose, relationships are like books.

Entering the battlefield of love is like walking into a bookstore, or a library, or anywhere else

bookful (like it’s even a word). On the left side, to the right side, on all side, to all possible side.

I find shelves with tags, some are familiar to me, some are not, some I am not sure if I’m familiar

or not. Just like the real world where I hunt for relationship.

I wonder, I wonder, which section is going to suit me best?

Sometimes, I choose based on reasons. A lot of the other time, I choose because of something

I’m ashamed to say—–fate (in whispering volume). But whatever section it is, I’ll find books.

And here’s when it gets tricky.

Finding things, doesn’t always mean you can have them, right?

There, then, like I said before, relationships are like books. Furthermore, the finale question

is always the same, “So, what’s my book?” What genre would satisfy me? How thick I can

manage to read? What cover I’d like to stare, again… and again?

Thus, I wonder, I wonder, which book is going to suit me best?

I wander my eyes, as far as my sight can go, as far as I can take into my focus. Books, are all

around the place. Big books, small books, diary full of personal things, self- learning books that

(probably would) help me to reinvent myself, fantasy fictions that will make me live in the

non-existing world? Or maybe I’d like to try the tragic drama? Mystery? Astrology? Darn, it’s

hard.

Confusing, because the more choices you have,

the harder you can think right and take the right decision.

Nevertheless, I go to the next step, because I have to. I go (or I went?) to the next step. I believe

that time doesn’t wait for anyone, who knows what tomorrow bears.  Thus, here’s what I do, a

little warm greeting to begin with. “Hello, books, please be nice to me.” I said to myself withan

inaudible voice. After that, I continue to another step, I started to choose. And I find that-of

course subjectively-some books don’t even get my attention, the ones I like to have are too

expensive to purchase, the others? Well, I don’t think I’ll understand so I skip them. Above all, I

only want to say that these-get rejected-books, are not ‘not qualified’ enough, it’s just, they are

not (again) fated with me.

Now, what happens to the others that are fated with me?

Long road, long-long road they go. Some, I can enjoy since the beginning to the end (a very rare

case), some, I must struggle to stay at the boring-tiring beginning to get to the fun part. In some

other cases, I give up because I’m not committed enough to finish them. Some, I could

finish without any problem. But even for the finished books, some are not even in my memory at

all, some are lost even before I can save them, some I accidentally find again in my long-long

forgotten treasure box, some I can’t describe what I actually feel about it. Some, become my

favorite. Some others, I hate.

But books are easier than relationships.

When you choose them, they don’t reject. When you buy them, they won’t cheat on you and go

the become someone else’s. When you choose to want to read them again more seriously, they

don’t forbid you. They are not alive. It’s easier. But relationships, for crying out loud, are harder

to understand. Anyway, to some certain levels, I still think that relationships are like books

because no matter what, they always give you something to think about, and some feelings to feel

about, despite how insignificant they are.

So, now, now, I wonder, I wonder, what book are you reading?

 

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How To Deal With Hemorrhoids

I suppose, bad feelings are like hemorrhoids. You want them removed but it’s hard to do it by yourself. Furthermore, you’re also ashamed to show people your private area and let them know how bad it actually is.

You don’t, no one, no one really do want their inner bad side to be exposed—–especially in that way.

But on the other hand, if it’s not treated well, it’ll get worse and by the time it can’t be hidden anymore, it’ll reveal itself—-in the most indelicate way. That’s why, I believe the best option to take is to have a complete stranger to do the thing, right?

Well, this, is what I usually do when I have the hemorrhoid. To cope with it, I’ll look for new people, new (you can say)  friends to help me deal with it. And ‘by new people and friends’, I mean doctors, therapists, whoever, I don’t care who,

as long as we don’t know each other and we won’t.

As long as I can get rid of the hemorrhoid without making it something for anyone I don’t want to, to remember I’ve ever had it inside me. I want it to stop bugging me, but I don’t want people to know that I’ve ever struggled with it, because it embarassed me in some particular ways. I don’t want them to know that someone like me have that kind of ugly matter, that grows, alive, on and in me. It’ll hurt my pride and dignity and values. It is going to.

Here’s how my logic works, let’s put it this way, if you have a lover, would you want him to know you have a hemorrhoid? No, you don’t, and you bet you know the reason so I don’t need to explain. But, if (anyway, I doubt it) you do want to tell, for any reason. Please, tell me why? Why would you want him to know such an embarassing thing. He won’t be able to cure it anyway, can he? And the risk is, he’ll dump you because you are having such problem—–inside of you.

So, why would you want your lover to know that you’ve such unpretty feelings? For what? He won’t be able to cure it anyway, can he? And the risk is, he’ll dump you…

Maybe, probably, by any chance, I was wrong about how to deal with this hemorrhoid thingy. Though, it has always been successful for everytime  I have it and I am accustomed to the way I deal with it. If it really truly essentially is wrong, I just want to know why can it be wrong? I need consequential explanation to reason with it. Still, I think I am right.

Speaking of which, what about you guys? How do you deal with your hemorrhoids?

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Ten Thousandth Color

This little boy is standing on a rainbow. He fidgets, afraid to fall but excited as well. He has never seen such beauty so closely. Curiously, he checks on the skin of the countless colored optical-meteorological phenomenon and started to count. He wonders, he wonders,

“Rainbow, what is your hundredth color?”

The little boy uses his finger to point out the color’s name he could recall, and in no time, he has found his first, “Alizarin Crimson, ah, this color burns, it’s rosy, like mommy’s lips. This is number one, I suppose.” With flickering spirit, the boy continues to count the colors. After the second of Umber, and the fifth of Rich Lilac, the journey continues from Ao to Coquelicot, Dogwood Rose to Drab, Twilight Lavender to Byzantine, until the color Big Dip O’ruby catches the boy’s attention.

“It looks like… wow! Something I remember, but I don’t remember.”

He tries to catch the color, but it quickly escapes. “No! Where do you want go? O’ruby, oh O’ruby, don’t run away from me!” Unfortunately, color is something you can’t control or keep, well, not forever, time will take it away, somehow.

The boy rubs his nose and holds his tears before they fall uncontrollably. He is sad, but he tries to find back his enjoyment by counting the color, and before he realizes it, he has reached —– “Ninty ninth! Aaaah… it’s the Screaming Green! Wait, wait, now, it’s time for the hundreth, and it will be…” The boy’s eyes pop, he almost gets what he’s searching for and almost forgets his sadness of losing the O’ruby, but when he does so, he can’t believe what he has just found, “White?”

It’s the purest white he has ever seen. Almost without any stain.
It is the whitest white, or is it not? He thinks.

“Maybe this is not an ordinary white. Maybe it’s Unicornolod, or maybe my eyes is getting dull.” The boy mumbles to himself. The small voice inside his head tells him to capture the white, but when he remembers about the O’ruby, he chooses to let it go.

Not satisfied, he then decides to find the two hundredth color. It is Aureolin, the yellow color reminds him of the rubber ducks he used to play with when he takes a bath. You bet the rubber-ducky color can’t satisfy him, so he goes for the three hundredth color which is Bright Pink that looks exactly the same as his sister’s ribbon —– to only brings him worse disappoinment.

“Why the colors I found are all ordinary? I want an uncommon color, a special one.”

Therefore, he upsetly digs for the four hundredth and finds Chartreuse, but he has lost joy, he can’t help himself, even the Dark Tangerine on the five hundredth, Fandango on the six hundredth, and Bisque on the seven hundredth can’t cheer him up. “I want my O’ruby back! Hiks… hiks…” He begins to cry. Now, he becomes conscious of what he really wants, “Why… why can’t I have it? I don’t want the other colors, I don’t want them, I want my O’ruby, just my O’ruby.”

It’s not for a short time, he cries for days and nights. No one knows how long he has cried before he regains his conscience, but it’s certainly on one particular second when he stops his own tears and encourages himself, “maybe, maybe, I’ll find what I am looking for on the ten thousandth color.” So, he wonders, he wonders,

“Rainbow, what is your ten thousandth color?”

Even though he is tired of counting and recalling the name of the colors (regardless of his color-genius trait), the boy won’t give up and by the end of the time, he has reached the nine thousand ninty ninth color, Café Au Lait.

“Finally, it’s time for the ten thousandth!” The boy rejoices and inhales a lot of air before he closes his eyes to by the count of one, two, three… he opens them again and smiles when he sees what he sees, the ten thousandth color is right there.

“Finally I found it,
something I don’t remember, but I remember.”

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Who Suffers More?

Once upon a time, there were 2 women, they were at the exact age, the exact physical appearance, they are twins. They both got married at the same age of 23, right after they had finished college. The marriages lasted for the same 20 years. They both had 2 children. They both greatlly love their husbands and families as much. Everything was the same but one,

the way they lost their husbands, it was different.

The first woman, Janet, found her husband had passed away in his room because of a sudden heart attack when she got back from work. She lost him because of death. Right after the event, Janet felt like losing a big part of herself, she couldn’t stop from crying everytime she remembers any memories about him. She missed him a lot, but he had gone for good. There’s nothing else she could do but to suffer from his leaving.

The second woman, Bella, found her husband was having an affair and therefore, after a lot of fights and tears and broken hearting screamings at each other, they both decided to get divorced. Bella’s husband moved to live in another country right after the event, cruelly left Bella and his children. Everyday, after the event, Bella felt depressed, she kept thinking what had gone wrong? What’s wrong with her? Why would he cheat on her? After these 20 years of being together, why? But all those so-many-whys couldn’t be answered. Therefore, she suffered from losing him, of course, in a different way compared to Janet. She lost him because he chose to leave.

So, who suffers more? Janet, who knows her husband (who of course truly love her) is gone because of something he didn’t choose? Or Bella, who knew her husband left on purpose? If you were to choose between those two women, who do you want to be? Janet or Bella? If (only if) you need to suffer from losing someone you truly-really love, if you can choose the ending of your relationship, which one do you think is the worse and which one is the better?

Which one do you think you can cope better and give you less suffering? To lose your partner because of the deathOr to lose your partner because he never really love you?

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