just another day

I like being a piscean. Funny, but this is the first time I've ever heard anyone said so, what more from me. Pisceans are like chameleans, changing to when situations need us to. The sign of 2 fish swimming in opposite directions is pretty much like watching out for both sides of life, moving in water for ultimate agility, flexibility.

When Arvind was alive, I was the listener and he was the talker. He made alot of sense but people just didn't want to see it his way even when it was bluntly put right in front of them. It may be the simplest of thoughts, but mankind has evolved into beings that just love to make things difficult - culture, society, face value.
I miss him. I miss the way his brain worked (we had very engaging conversations together). I miss his presence.

While missing him, I notice I was doing alot of thinking - giving me sleepless nights. This was one thing that I never did when he was alive. I always told him not to think so much but he couldn't stop it. Thoughts just flow like a flooded river. No stopping it...
I felt like a sponge. I absorbed alot. I've taken so much from him it makes it harder to let go. I didn't have to.. but I just morphed into this person that gave him what he needed. But, there is always so much a sponge can take in. Although I am glad to have let him go, I still think of him.

Unfortunately this sponge has not stopped working. I naturally atune myself to other's (frequency?), work style, way of speaking. And then there are those who's negative vibe gets stopped at the door and some that makes me very tired, agitated, upset, angry... you name it.

Okay, maybe some of you understand and some don't... pls just bear with me as my writing skills aren't that good.