some of the people whom i deeply respect are out conspiring against me. the conspirators - i call them - believe that i’m not ready to hear the truth. or at least it’s not time for me to hear the whole truth, yet. captain sailor told me to ask her on my birthday month next year. or as concession, probably march of next year. still, it’s too far for my own good. i tried coaxing the story out from purple nuts co-conspirator. blast me, all i got was a big grin. yeah, that’s all i managed to squeezed out from her. <conspirators, rejoice!> worst, that’s with the help of a high school buddy and amidst good food at the wfh. phew. moved on and tried pleading with pink-cheek-dimples-girl. wrong choice. very wrong. she’s more adamant about not spilling the beans. i even believe she’s behind the "do-not-tell-vet" mantra. grrrrhehehegrrrrhe… i’m frustrated because i want to hear it, although at the same time i’m scared to hear it.
"stop it vet. you wait. we know that it would hurt you much, but you’ll be happy to know that a lot of people love you." - conspirators.
up until now, i still ask the question; what could be so hurtful to me that they want to keep it a secret? haha. then i remembered owner-of-the-secluded-room-i-envy-slash-office’s everything-that-happens-has-a-reason bit. hayyy…
i give up. perhaps there’s a really good reason for the secrecy. just one more concession. kindly tell me everything in writing now. just don’t let me read it now. give it to me when you think i can handle the truth. i can’t wait next year because then some of the details will be lost. i want all the details - hurtful, malicious, or otherwise.
