05 August 2006

I have:

cleaned my bathroom (including my oval tub)
cooked my lunch for all of next week
logged one issue of Conde Nast Traveler to my library database
read that issue of the magazine
answered my 100 item GMP questionnaire
treated my hair with coconut hot oil home treatment
read 3 lessons from my French coursebook
done 200 sit-ups
spoken with Apes on the phone
baked a dozen cupcakes
had dinner.

And I am officially bored.

In between those of course were moments where I stared blankly through space, thinking only about one person. I am afraid that this person is becoming my obsession, my Zahir, as Paulo Coelho had described the character of Esther to his protagonist in his novel of the same title. He has consumed me completely. Well, my feelings for him have consumed me completely. Yet he does not know.

"Don't let him know," I was told, "He'll definitely drop you." This is because while he is my Zahir, he, on the other hand, is planning on fulfilling his Personal Legend. (I had told Paulo Coelho on a recent online discussion about The Alchemist that he very much connects to us, his readers because he talks of things that we experience in our real lives. I mean, that's two novels for me already. Add Veronika Decides to Die for my depressive state. And now that's three!)

Anyway. Like I've mentioned from my previous post, I am so much for people achieving their dreams, and because of this "love" for this man, I, naturally, would, and should, act as Fatima did. The only thing though is Santiago loved her back, and so he would return to her.

Rachel whined in Friends when Monica told her not to tell Ross about how she feels, "Why? People love hearing that!"

My thoughts exactly.

But, I'll just wait. Maybe that's what all this is teaching me. As of now my Zahir has equally driven me to a state of complete bliss to a state of madness. Not one over the other yet. When that happens though, well, I guess all I can do is imagine myself weeping by the River Piedra.

For a synopsis and my review of The Zahir, check out my multiply.

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