It scares me so, the way I am getting more and more commitment-phobic. It has been ages since I stopped replying to smses. I rarely turn up for gatherings these days, preferring instead to brush off these invitations and their like with a "we'll see when the time comes" sort of answer. And pretty recently, I've taken to switching my handphone to its silent, non-vibratal mode. I like to think that I am lazy, just too sluggish to lift my fingers to churn out that curt reply on my handphone that would have adequately appeased my pals. Or perhaps I simply prefer lazing around in the comfort of my home to venturing onto the busy streets out there.
But then a causal remark some friend made a couple of months ago seems to prove otherwise. It was a pretty accurate statement coming from someone who didn't know me too well. So, he had depicted me as someone who socialises alot but has few close friends. Alright, so I admit to not doing enough to keep my friends. I just couldn't keep up with the commitment I suppose. And if any of you medicine people out there are wondering why I didn't enter the facaulty already in some RJ clique, you probably have the answer now.
Yet ironically as it seems, I enjoy meeting new people. Striking a conversation with the lady in the lift, or the guy in the train is sometimes good enough to make my day. And yes, I have that strange ability to communicate with strangers despite the cold demeanor that I normally portray in school.
So now I probably have settle this issue before life presents me with some responsibility I can't possibly evade. And that in itself is another commitment. Hmph.