Transitions

I've realised something over the past few days.
I've become all about transitions.
It's become like my middle name.

Everything in my life revolves around change. I won't say 'evolution' because that would entail moving onto a higher plane of things, moving to a better place.
I don't think some of my changes are good or neccessarily better, but they are changes nevertheless.

'Temporaryism has been the Black Plague and the Jesus of our age.'
-'Just a phase' by Incubus

I might come off as someone who likes things remaining stable and calm, but the fact of the matter is I like change. I wait for it. I embrace it and I thrive on it. I'll endure the change kicking and screaming, but don't be fooled for one second. I love it.

When I moved to Singapore from Lagos, I still remember the last night there. Friends all around us were crying, my Mom was inconsolable, Dad shed a tear or two, my brother cried coz he saw everyone else crying. I just stood there waiting for everyone to hurry up and get into the car that would take us to the airport (never mind that later on the plane I threw up badly and then fully realised I had left the only place I had called 'home' for 11 years.). Funnily enough when I came to Singapore, I carried about my business like I had been there for years.
It's funny how circumstances and the urge to survive in a place, beat the doubt and fears out of you. You just learn to make do.


Every Sunday my friends and I went to Hindi school ( our chosen second language school and a god-awful waste of a perfectly good Sunday). I made some good friends and some not-so good friends. The not-so good friends and I vowed to be friends through thick and thin, forever and ever. Well that obviously didn't last (it's always like that isn't it?). This was partly due to two things -
1) Friendships aren't supposed to be that hard, and you're not obliged to bend over backwards to ensure everyone else has a good time at the expense of your fun and
2) It's a two-way effort. Like much of everything else.
Anyway then I met Arpu, Mink and Roohi, a few girls I wasn't really close to, and whom I didn't think much of, at first. So is it any surprise that now, 5 years later, we're like sisters? We've had our bad times like any other bunch of tight knit people but we've always managed to sort it out, sans any ill will.
Out with the old, and in with the new.
It didn't take many tears or much drama to move from one group to the next. Fact of the matter is - when one party puts in too much of everything or wastes too much time pointing out what's wrong instead of what's right, the relationship is pretty much doomed.


Ahh and then comes the time when I take a shine to someone special. I'll make the first move coz I'm not the sort who'll beat around the bush much. But if I don't get anything in return, I'll walk on. No love lorn hanging around, no "Please, please give me a chance". It's frighteningly easy sometimes.
It's not pride, dear reader, it's being practical.
Moving on isn't really that hard. There are loads of other single, eligible fish in the sea and hanging around is just too much of a damn drag.
And since we're talking about moving on, there is never any moving back. Call it a defence mechanism or whatever you want, but it just doesn't happen with me.
We learn, we adapt and we move on to bigger and better things. Past mistakes are avoided like the plague - Fool me once, it's your fault. Fool me twice, it's mine.

If I get married tomorrow and I have to move to Timbuktu, I'll whine about how I can't get Starbucks there or how the transport system sucks ass, but I'll go and I'll be damned if I can't enjoy a decent life there.
I AWAYS adapt and I ALWAYS make do- with or without anyone or anything.
Because believe it or not- this whiny brat is a survivor.


Nothing really forced me to write this entry...it's not a barb at anyone..just randomness =)