I think I’ve been watching too much TV. It is that narration of a woman continuously polishing over the events of a day… the endless blabbering of someone who thinks she has so much insight into human nature… the eternal wondering out loud…

So here goes my own episode:

It hit me. I was supposed to be moving on. It was a good turning point. I am officially out of the student way. I am a newly-licensed physician who has to make real life work. The timing has always given me enough distractions to help with my moving on… then, there he was offering me a nice doctor’s “stamp”. That stamp you’d have to use in every prescription or probably every order that you’d have to make each and every day. Stamp. Stamp. Stamp. I was terrified at the whole idea of being reminded of him everyday. He insisted on giving me the stamp.

I told him, “you really like torturing me, huh?”

He said, “No. You’ll forget it. And when you find a new lover, trash it…”

 

It was supposed to be just that–a small gift. Yet, something else just struck me. All this TV really has got into my head. It was charity stamped all over it. Half pity, half guilt. The stamp will keep me company, while I’m still feeling so…

Damn. I’m a sad story. I guess, it is time to trash that little sad part… for real. Then, I could stop these little voice-overs that reads into things more than what they really are.

Here, let me get an “urgent” stamp on that.