calls from the pink hamster
Whoop, hellow fellow.
It’s been a year and a half since I wrote my last cliche thing.
I don’t have anything cool to tell, since everything seems placed between one point to another—nothing sharp & special. Same goes for this year, when I started the half year with a bunch of failures and wasted stuff, and the next half is the same but quite better. Nonetheless, I feel grateful for everything that I have for this year but I have to admit that sometimes quarter life crisis still there haunts you and it feels like everything is wrong and at some point you doubting your tomorrow because you feel dumb and numb at the same time.
My mind is mostly at ease but yeah sometimes the demons inside are grumpy and try to pop up my faults from the oldest days, even from my previous life. Or even my fault from the other universe.
So I will tell you a message in a random envelope that popped up in my mind this morning. Just after finishing my nyam-nyam and thinking about those barbies movies. The subject is “Calls from the Pink Hamster” and on the date written in 1814, boring as usual.
“I feel like I always left my sentence without a dot—just like the concept interior of a new cafe in a block—unfinished.
Sometimes it's hard to finish things that you have started, right?
A toxic job. Leftovers from baking. Hardcore motivational books. Sudden calls with acquaintances. Unrequited love. The friend zone trap in your teenage days.
Even your delightful cakes. Oh for this case maybe you hope that the cake would be endless.
You love that so much that you will be sad if it runs out. In my case, I have some favorite songs that I like so much that made me hear the song the least out of others.
Why?
Because I don't want to overplay the song and it would probably make me bored. To me, the song is just thaaat beautiful so it gives me a hint of sadness if it's near the finish.
The same analogy to describe you;
It has always felt weird to start a thing—a period of time knowing a person without knowing when there will be the door you must quit. Because everything begins with start ends with finish, right?
And sometimes we're not quite good at opening and worst at ending.
“Helicopter View” I knew from psychology class; for seeing things in a big picture, outside of the frame. And after a couple of skipped years without asking you to tell me some stories made me finally agree that you are a good good human. And, still questioning my feelings towards that period of time talking to you.
What I remember from that blurry memory is one word—laugh.
Weird taste of jokes but a good taste of music.
It was just fine....
...and by fine, I mean nice and memorable.
and for that I would give you a little message here:
Thank you. And maybe how are you?”
That’s the end of the letter. I told you it would be boring.
Long before Spiderman, we humans were questioning the existence of a parallel universe or anything you could name it. And along with that, a bunch of 'what if' followed the concept. Mine is in huge numbers. Just like my dream to be a singer but sadly (and thankfully) born with an awful voice in this world, perhaps I could be a superstar in another world.
And if the multiverse really exists, what’s your coolest ‘what if’?
Perhaps what you hope but fail from this world could happen in another universe.
Happy new year, I guess?
