It's a lot like wandering aimlessly in Changi Airport.
Screenwriters and pocketbook enthusiasts know all about the drama behind the line, "the one you left behind".
I think we all have something, or someone, we can consider to be the "one" we "have left behind". The entire process behind recalling who, or what, this is all about can be best described as a painful, painful, endeavor. It can be painful because of the heartbreaking memories these things tend to stir up, but at the same time, it can also be because thinking of stuff like this can tend to be so PAINFULLY AIMLESS and boring.
Imagine wandering pointlessly through an airport. For the sake of discussion, yes, choose a glamorous airport. Think Incheon International, or Changi. You go through all the shops, buy a few bags of chocolate, get yourself a bottle of designer cologne, and yet, still feel empty inside. You have a 9 hour layover in this diamond-encrusted nest for the weary, so, hold on, you aren't getting out easy.
So near, yet, so far. That's how it can all seem sometimes. 2 dogs in Ngong Ping, Hong Kong.
You could the minutes, the seconds, until you board the steel glider and go to who-knows-where. You feel like crying after consuming your 5th fruit slushie, agast at how much dough you've shell out for what is, essentially, sugar, water, and food coloring. You open up your wallet and take a glance at a faded photograph. You realize that YOU were wrong. You realize that SHE too was wrong. In short, you both gave yourself chopsticks shorter than the length prescribed by your Sifu. Not good.
You want the "Goodbye my Love" to stop. You want the stereo to shut down in the candy store, in the frequent flyers' lounge, and in YOUR HEAD. You want to stop slathering the late Teresa Teng in anger. She was too pretty and her voice, too golden, to be equated with spite in any shape or form.
Boarding time. You relish the idea of finally settling into the plane and heading to where you need to go (or so you think). You tell yourself that it will all be over soon. Exquisite-looking, shapely, flight attendants pass by you and glance at you with smiles- but none of that blood warming stuff could ever compare to what SHE made you feel. Yours had both desire, and love, all rolled into one.
You shut your eyes, imagine azure skies ahead. But then, you get perturbed by this:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to inform you that this flight will be delayed due to the need for our flight technicians to inspect the engine on this aircraft. As part of aviation policy, we will have to request everyone to deplane in an orderly fashion. You will then be led by ground staff to a corresponding holding area where you will be asked to wait until further notice. Please do not hesitate to approach our ground staff should you need any further assistance."
You sigh. You grab your sling bag and just let out a weary sigh. You're back where you started.
Time to ponder- again.
Being lost, when thinking of something or someone you've lost, can tend to be tedious.
Tedious. Tiring.
What a trip.
MC
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