I am a non-emotive emotional duck.
Definitions:
Non-emotive- cold, don’t respond radically, stoic.
Emotional- characterized by intense feeling.
Duck- I just sit on a problem like a duck.
So complex. These feelings are. So complicated. These emotions are. Fuck. What did we think? Was it easy to just get out of our mother’s womb and start living. What if I did not want to get out at all? Nobody asked me if I was ready.
I am a product of the marriage of a really happy giggly spirit and an insensitive thick-skinned soul. How am I supposed to turn out? A Happy/Warm/Sensible body of life ? Or a Tear-jerking lost energy? May be, a mess. Except that I am completely normal.
Yeah, sometimes I am a non-recognizable anthropoid. Sometimes a dumb clay of skin and veins. Sometimes a lost soul. Sometimes a non-emotive emotional duck.
Sometimes I go out for a nice meal, eat a dark chocolate, drink a nice wine, cry in my bed, wear my best pyajamas and dance funnily, sleep while watching a rom-com.
Wake up in the morning to find my life absolutely normal.
The cycle repeats, come full circle and I remain a non-emotive emotional duck. And, I thought that ‘change is constant’.
