Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Case 2: Psychotherapy

How should I say this? I am a bit angry with you right now for putting me in this position. I am under a lot of stress and all you can think of is pushing me to do something that I do not want. All I am asking is for you to leave me alone.
You know my weakness and you use it to your advantage and I hate that. You bribe me, make me feel guilty, drive me insane with your persistence. And yup, I can be easily manipulated. The only thing working against you is my laziness.
I know you are going to hate me for stalling. I am prepared for that although I really wish it will not happen. And perhaps you find it irrational why I do not give in to you. I will not tell you the reason, I hope you realize it yourself.
Tomorrow, I will be in a lighter mood, which means, I am going to forget about this. And I will be happy. I will have peace of mind. I will not worry about you. And if you can prolong that state by not reminding me, I will be very grateful.
I hope you understand.
There are only two people who can make me act against my will, one is a friend from high school and the other is a hypnotist in Guagua. Good luck.
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Monday, November 29, 2004

Case 1: A Confession

Last Friday I lacked the guts to say this, I do not know why. Perhaps I do not want to be embarrassed in front of people younger than me. I realized I cannot keep this going, since you would eventually find out.
I said I am a good liar, well, that was a lie also. I am just a liar, period. I should have told you that I do not pray to God, nor believe that He exists. Yes, I am a coward. I should not have pretended that I did. Then, you might ask, why did I join the group. I am not sure myself. Perhaps I got too curious of what you guys were talking about in these groups. I do not completely regret trying the thing out, but it could be my first and last meeting.
Yes, I am an atheist and I am always terrified to admit it. (I was shaking while typing this.) Partly because I do not want people to look down on me. And, ironicallly, I still have the fear for hell (who wants eternal damnation?). My Catholic high school did a fine job, I guess. There might come a time that I regain my faith but until that day comes, pardon me for refusing to pray.
I am willing to pretend, of course, if you insist.
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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Introductions

Good morning. I wanted to be with you yesterday but I was stuck in a meeting. Perhaps you saw me steal a glimpse of you while you were about to enter the room. I wish we can find time to talk a little longer. I am going to be very busy next week so I am leaving it to chance to make our paths meet.
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