Borrowed Sorrow

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  Growing up, I spent most of my time alone. I spent it reading, playing pretend, writing short stories, dancing, and exploring. Of course, I had a crew: a bunch of busybody teenagers exploring the infinite possibilities of our hometown. When puberty hit, I fell in love with the idea of falling in love, but not the actual relationship part. I mostly read about romance in teen magazines and already felt exhausted by the obligations society threw at girls. Back in my day, being sad was a trend. I was there when the first emo punk bands debuted on MTV. I was there when Avril swapped her skateboard for a tutu. But personally, I was happy. So, I borrowed sorrow from pop culture instead. I picked up my brother’s beat-up guitar and learned to play the most heart-numbing songs. I was an emo girl. The quiet kind you could only discover by reading my notes or scrolling through my playlist. I am a middle-aged woman now. What was once a borrowed sorrow has become the story of my life. Those c...
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Fake it, but will u make it?

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Gue tau beberapa akun twitter bener-bener pencitraan abis. Kenapa gue berani bilang gitu, karena gue berinteraksi dengan si pemilik akun, mari kita namakan Mrs M, di dunia nyata. Suka gemes sih kalau apa yang ditweet saking palsunya malah kayak delusional.

Since I hate mocking someone, gue pun membuka halaman twitter gue. Gue baca satu-satu. Ah, kalau dari sudut pandang orang laen, mungkin gue sama palsunya dengan Mrs M. Sama delusionalnya juga kali. Sama-sama self centered. Mungkin gue gak suka tweet Mrs M karena kami mirip kali yah.

Ah, gue emang delusional, tapi gue kagak palsu. Kalau Mrs M, eh dese kagak palsu juga, sih. Kami cuma delusional aja. Mendekati titik akut.

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