The Forbidden Fruit and others

Well, all the hard work and long hours I've been putting in at office seem to be paying off. At a swanky meeting yesterday, got approval for something I've been working on for quite sometime. It felt awesome- unreal but nice :) The fruits of success are sweet and taste even better when eaten ripe. (I have no idea what that means- just felt like saying it. Maybe it means that success is better when it comes at the right time- which it did, in this case.)

Some fruits, however, still remain forbidden. And seem even sweeter. Perhaps, it's for the best but when has anyone ever been content trying to believe that. I still pine for the co-worker (who shall for convenience's sake and mine, be referred to as Even henceforth). Though I think I'm gradually reaching a place in my head where I can be patient about it. Let things take their own time, go with the flow. At least, until lunch.

Maybe, it's because i'm feeling terribly ill (cold, sore throat, fever). Am always fatalistically angelic when I'm ill, perhaps, in hope that immediate behaviour will ensure that past sins are overlooked in deciding my place in the Afterlife. Thus, the willingness to be patient and forgiving. And while away time while I have it...

What will become of us?

Getting Royally Screwed

Those of you reading this post, who are inclined towards pun-ish humour, please, restrain your imagination- I am not fooling around with Prince Harry or William, or indeed, anyone from the British monarchy. (If the slower readers could kindly refer to the title...)

My weekend was quite exhausting- had to visit relatives and work throughout- and weekends are not meant for that. The only break I got was visiting a friend who said he had a surprise for me- he'd had a bike accident. Still, it was a cheery evening that went on late into the night with the unfortunate result that I didn't get that much sleep, so my deprivation on that front continues as well.

You may ask what other deprivations I refer to. What i suffer in that way not tongue can tell. Which makes this blog convenient. If you have no clue, either you have short-term memory loss or I have omitted to mention the barren desert that is my love-life. No flower has bloomed, to waste its fragrance on the desert air or otherwise. It amazes me how I'm never loveless in that I don't love; it's always that the love is unrequited. Yet, I trudge on.

My co-worker has still given no indication that he's interested in me as more than a co-worker. In fact, I doubt if he's even entirely interested as a co-worker. All this tends to weigh on the heart a bit but I manage to keep the stiff, upper lip. He seems to be entirely oblivious to my not-inconsiderable charms and I'm forced to conclude that either he's gay or just plain not interested. And honestly, I'm not thrilled about either alternative. And I don't think there's much I can do about this, as in I've already tried quite a bit. Maybe that's the problem- I'm trying too hard. I think I should take it easy- he needs to see the real me, not the me I want him to see. And once that's accomplished I'm sure he'll be eating out of my hand (not in the fashion of a horse or other such lower vertebrate but figuratively).
Because let's face it- I'm irresistible.

Love is all around...

I think it's time I stopped philosophising and started living so from now on, I am going to make a dedicated effort (trying to keep a straight face...) to just vent. I've been going through incredible mood swings (no, it's not that, male chauvinist pigs) for the past week. It's led to my being either extremely sensitive and unhappy or extremely positive and happy. Right now, I'm just incredibly sleepy.
I'm also trying to figure out if I am indeed in love with *ahem* my co-worker.
Here are the symptoms that make me suspect that Cupid has struck again:

• A tendency to stare at him
• Smiling more when he's around, though not without reason (I'm not an absolute idiot.)
• Wanting to hug and kiss and do other stuff at him at times...
• ...quite often
• Treating every direct comment to me as a declaration of his undying though latent love
• Feeling like he's pining away for me every time he looks at me
• Wanting to do unholy things (not the sexual kind, you pervert!) to women he flirts with
• Actually believing that us getting together will not make things awkward at work.

I'm hoping that this time it's terminal. I'm getting a little embarrassed by Cupid's fickle behaviour. Have had to resort to baring my heart on the world wide web, as my friends no longer take me seriously.

Tragedy, thy name is ....