Thoughts

It's amazing what you think of when you are all alone in a foreign place. You think about the things that you have never thought of for the longest time. (what do psychologists say about using the third person again? hmmm...) I (well, now I am switching to the first person... hehe) thought of my late sister who passed away 10 years ago. I thought of my mother, who had a stroke exactly two weeks after my sister died. I thought of friends whom I have lost along the way, intentionally or unintentionally. I thought of my first. I thought of the cruelest partner I ever had (it's his birthday today). I thought of all the things that used to get me all sad and angry. And yet, when I think about them now, they are just thoughts, with no judgments attached. Like watching a documentary of something unrelated to you. Clinical. If only that could be the feeling when you were going through the events. And I switched to the third person again.