the opposite of love
Friday, February 25, 2005
it was about two weeks ago when i. told me that an officemate of hers got held-up in quiapo. that was the second time that happened to her. the first time, also in quiapo, only her cellphone was taken from her. this time, however, it was her whole bag, which contained her wallet, cellphone, passport, and i don't know what else.
this person - the one who was held-up twice - used to be a friend of mine. we were actually very close, almost like sisters. she even said that she considered me her best friend. we met in that office where she is still working now. i used to work there too. and because we were so close and we worked on the same things, the people from the other departments in the office found it difficult to distinguish us from each other. they just referred to us as "B1 and B2". whoever was B1 or B2, i can't remember anymore.
we had a good friendship. but a lot of things happened between then and now.
now...there is no friendship to speak of. but the feeling of loss is gone. the hurt is gone. the anger is gone.
and what did i feel after i. told me that this person lost her whole bag in quiapo? nothing.
so, now i know that it's true -- that the opposite of love is not hate.
it's indifference.
this person - the one who was held-up twice - used to be a friend of mine. we were actually very close, almost like sisters. she even said that she considered me her best friend. we met in that office where she is still working now. i used to work there too. and because we were so close and we worked on the same things, the people from the other departments in the office found it difficult to distinguish us from each other. they just referred to us as "B1 and B2". whoever was B1 or B2, i can't remember anymore.
we had a good friendship. but a lot of things happened between then and now.
now...there is no friendship to speak of. but the feeling of loss is gone. the hurt is gone. the anger is gone.
and what did i feel after i. told me that this person lost her whole bag in quiapo? nothing.
so, now i know that it's true -- that the opposite of love is not hate.
it's indifference.