"i don't understand you. first, you are a total cynic. second, you are passion-less!"
my handsome boss retorted.
i shot him a sharp glance. winching inside, i must say.
wow. wow. wow.
the great me. a cynical now. a dispassionate cynical to be exact. where did all the glorious days gone to? what am i becoming? i gulped silently, my mind racing rapidly to find the right words to defend myself. why do i think that i need to defend myself nowadays? great. he'd forgotten another trait.
i'm cynical, dispassionate, and also defensive.
"you just don't understand" that was all i managed.
he laughed out aloud. "exactly my point. why are you like this?"
oh how i would love to answer that in details. but that would take a seriously long journey through my eyes. and not to forget, a very exhausting journey.
"things happened to me faster, earlier. i think i'm already a feminist when i was barely 15. i starts motivating people since what? 17? 18? i do social works, involved in charity organisation, travel to nice parts of the world.. " my voice trailed down. why do i even care to explain?
"never mind that. the point is. i'm simply exhausted now. i just want to sit back, and relax. let someone else care. it's like fighting a losing battle, you know?"
he smiled, amused a little. and then we skipped to the next topic. the usual topic. on why he can't understand his wife. he was doing the defending part this time, oh yes. and i was smiling from ear to ear.
is simple. but i think we are making it not so simple.