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February 17, 2012

I'm boring

Bismillah.

Assalamualaikum.

Two by the beach


"So..."

"Kenapa kan, kita jadi makin serius?"

"...?"

"Makin lama, rasa boring baca blog."

"Mmmhmm."

"Huh."

"Well, people have their objectives when they write on blogs. That's why they're being serious."

"...Yeah."

He could clearly see the bored look on her face.

"People become more serious when they grow up because they start to have their own objectives, right?"

"Mmmhmm."

"...and so, that is why adults are boring."

He smiled, amused at that.

"Hmm, I can't deny that."

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"And I am an adult."

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"...and you hate that."

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Not surprisingly, she concurred.

"Heh. People grow up, Naqi."

Yeah. And no one can stop that. He let that thought passed without being hatched. She then lowered her head, resting her chin on her two hugged knees.

"Why?"

That seemed to draw her attention.

"Why would you hate being boring?"

"...Because then I would be bored of myself?"

He could sense a little bit of uncertainty there.

We ARE bored of ourselves. Because we have been living with ourselves since we were born!

"...That, can't be avoided."

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"But at least, I'm not bored with you." He hoped to cheer her up.

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"Who cares about your feelings?"

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"...No one, right?"

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Not even you, I guess.

She then lied down, facing the opposite, not wanting to see his face.

He was not angered by this. Instead, he understood. Whenever she hurt him, she actually was hurt herself.

So he lied down too, watching the ocean as the time passed by.

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