Huff. So, you came back from work, all dreary, drenched in exhaustion (and probably a little contempt..) and you went face to face with your tiny yet cozy room.
Your day was supposed to be the happy first day of the year, and it should be filled with laughter. And of sharing holiday (or yet another drunken night recaps) stories with your colleagues, whilst frantically trying to remember wishing all the superiors and big bosses happy new year (with a little fear that you forgot and was remembered as the ‘unfriendly’ small fish.. gosh, all these unwritten society’s rules) and yet……… you were left staring at the.. the.. the normal thing you stare at the workplace. For.. awhile. (trying to be euphemistic here haha)
And so you came home, a little angry at fate. Your usual bed and shower greeted you, eagerly hoping to cheer you up. Imagine your frowny face slowly being turned into a relaxed smile, your hunched up, tight shoulders melted down in between the pillows, and your tiny bits of sinful midnight supper (ahem.. I know.. it’s a well deserved reward after a long day!) joyfully sending blissful waves to your brain, as you recharge, sandwiched in those thick bed sheets.
You scrolled up and down Facebook to see whether there is anything inspirational, anything warm-hearted and love-filled to share out to the world. You found one, which leads to you googling more about it, or reading more into the website. You sing out loud, ’cause who the hell will hear and care. You open up those pages of the old detective comic book, and you can read them until dawn if you have no commitments the next day. You watched those videos and shows you have long missed (well, when there’s more time than tonight).
It was just you, in your own world. For the first and only time today. It was your much needed dose of “me-time”.
Sometimes you chatted with your mom. Or dad. Either one, but probably not both at the same time. You chatted about your other family members. You talked to your housekeeper, occasionally giving her ideas of what to cook for tomorrow.
On certain nights, you write.
By the time everything’s done, you’re so sappy and happy and you’re glowing like a little kid ready to go to bed to brace another tiring day. No big crowds were necessary, no loud music blasted. And certainly no alcohol. And yet, you’re there again, one little lady brave and energised enough to take on another rising, yawning sun ❤
I really love these pure introverted sides of me. I do have and at times miss the crowded and conversations-filled nights with a gang of peeps, but these, these nights, are like my secret pockets of sunshine.