Makin' My Way Downtown
Hi, my name's Zaf. What's up? My memory only lasts 10 seconds. I love bacon and eggs. Oh, did I mention my name's Zaf? What's up? My memory only lasts 10 seconds. I love bacon and eggs.
I spent the holidays alone.
Yes, it was something new for me, since I’ve always spent the past holidays with someone (either with mom or someone else). It was in the morning of 25th that I felt the pang of loneliness, and it was only when people greeted me through Facebook or SMS that my face lightened up.
So how did I spend it? I cleaned the house in the morning, watched a few videos and replied to online messages and emails—basically, I treated Christmas like it was just one of the ordinary days. Come to think of it, there is nothing special about 25th anyway. Scholars have agreed that Jesus Christ was conceived during Hanukkah, and science dictates that it takes about nine months for the child to be born.
That makes Jesus Christ a Virgo/Libra.
Well, technically, I wasn’t alone. My dogs were my company. But neither of them even had this “Christmas joy” plastered on their faces. It was as if 25th was an ordinary day for them as well.
One thing’s for sure though. I couldn’t wait for my birthday to come. I can’t wait to see my friends. I can’t wait to feel the company of people again. All along, I thought solitary living was my thing, but after I have tasted once again the camaraderie in the office, I felt the need to be surrounded by people. Yes, I still enjoy silence, but as much as possible, I wouldn’t want for it to take up a big chunk of my daily routine.
I am an ENFJ after all.
So in the next coming weeks, expect a change from me. The old Zaf will be back—the outgoing, carefree and people-dependent me will resurrect.
