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    Patricia

    Majority of my friends call me Trish, I guess you could call me that too. I'm a transcriptions editor with a really messed up body clock and never ending affinity for films, food and written words. I like street art, sweets, neutrals and monochromes, sushi, window seats, golf carts and lazy weekends.

    Some of the things that completely preoccupy me are my fixation with the now defunct The Civil Wars and their beautiful art of sadness, Oh Sehun, sleeping, CSS and HTML, @iameden, and those damn hypnotizing Tasty videos. Top country in my travel bucketlist? Iceland. But the one that will always have my heart? Hong Kong.

    Truth Thursdays: I See You


    "I see you."

    "Of course, you do see me. I am here in front of you."

    I imagined that would be what you'd say when I tell you those two words. Of course. Now, I feel silly.

    What you don't understand is that I see you and everything you do. I hear you and everything you say. But I don't "feel you." And by that I don't mean feel your presence and your existence, but I won't ever sympathize with you. I will never understand.

    The world is not some big piece of clay that would mold itself around you, according to your liking. You cannot pick when to be thoughtful and when to be cheeky just because you like it. But then again, we both know that the world is unfair.

    I may not see you all the time but when I do, my God, I see straight through you.

    I guess when the higher powers asked me to pick my poison, I didn't go for alcohol or cigarettes. I went ahead and chose you.

    “To the immature, other people are not real.”
    - Harry and Bonaro Overstreet



    This post is in response to Truth Thursdays' current prompt, I See You. Truth Thursdays exists to connect people through writing. To initiate something honest, thoughtful and meaningful. If you want to know more about Truth Thursdays and how to be a part of it, read here.


    "I see you."

    "Of course, you do see me. I am here in front of you."

    I imagined that would be what you'd say when I tell you those two words. Of course. Now, I feel silly.

    What you don't understand is that I see you and everything you do. I hear you and everything you say. But I don't "feel you." And by that I don't mean feel your presence and your existence, but I won't ever sympathize with you. I will never understand.

    The world is not some big piece of clay that would mold itself around you, according to your liking. You cannot pick when to be thoughtful and when to be cheeky just because you like it. But then again, we both know that the world is unfair.

    I may not see you all the time but when I do, my God, I see straight through you.

    I guess when the higher powers asked me to pick my poison, I didn't go for alcohol or cigarettes. I went ahead and chose you.

    “To the immature, other people are not real.”
    - Harry and Bonaro Overstreet



    This post is in response to Truth Thursdays' current prompt, I See You. Truth Thursdays exists to connect people through writing. To initiate something honest, thoughtful and meaningful. If you want to know more about Truth Thursdays and how to be a part of it, read here.

    . Thursday, August 29, 2013 .

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