Two Circles

while walking from MRT to the heart of Orchard this morning, i slowly formed in my head a theory of life and friendship.

imagine your life to be two circles, one inside the other.

the life you maintain, the life you have with your friends and family is the inner circle. this is where you're totally predictable, how they know that you like pakbet with only kalabasa and sitaw, and that you have a thing for shoes. this is where you have to maintain that facade, that you don't drink coke at all even if it meant not drinking at all. you've been pegged in this circle and should you decide to change the persona in this circle, you'd have to slowly warn everyone in this circle of the impending change.

on the other hand, the outer circle is the peripheral life... where on a really hot day and you're all alone, you can actually drink coke. it's where you think of having a cigarette just to know how it tastes like. it's where you spill all of your secrets and fears to a virtual stranger just cause you know that this person will never infiltrate your inner circle, cause you know that this person will never tell anyone of the things you've told him.

life is comfortable in the inner circle. it's warm and fuzzy, where all the blankets are pink and fluffy (that is if you want them pink and fluffy). nothing much changes here.

but in the outer circle, that's where all your guilty pleasures lie waiting for you to consume them. in my outer circle, i can admit i am captivated by watching kris aquino (i don't really know why!). in my outer circle, i can read nicomachean ethics and be captivated.