Just finished watching the House finale. House was lying in a burning warehouse, arguing against various aspects of his own subconscious whether to live or die. At one point, his subconscious manifests as Cameron and tries to convince him to die, telling him that he blew all his chances and that he's selfish, arrogant and cares only about himself.
Sounds familiar.
I wrote a post a long time ago about how I was like House before there was House, and how I was suicidal. Someday I'll be making the same decision whether to get up and keep going or simply lie down and let go. I doubt I'll have a Wilson by my side, I doubt any will cherish the time I spent with them.
On another note, I saw Julia at the market today. She walked past me and I turned to look at her and she with me. Her eyes went wide open and did the whole deer in the headlights thing. I have to admit I did the same thing. Despite my emotional suppression, the moment I saw her, I leaped up a bit and my eyes widened. Residual emotions from her? Perhaps just conditioned response. Whatever it is, it's too late now. One month to go. Whenever you're graduating Julia, good luck.
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