Safety Bubble

On Tuesday we watched one of the best, wittiest films in history together, Love Actually. I was surprised that a couple of us actually hasn't seen it before. It was however, my 50th time or something.

Juliet: But... you never talk to me. You always talk to Peter. You don't like me!
My favourite character, Mark: (skip a line) It's a... self-preservation thing, you see.

Everyone has a different sized personal bubble. And I'm sure they're all justified. Needy people might have a small one, because they feel lonely. Secretive people might have a large one, because they feel ashamed of something. And of course, it largely also depends on personality.

Then comes the most beautiful part of the process. When someone invites you into their bubble, to find out about them more intimately. Don't get me wrong, this is nothing romantic, I'm just talking about the beginning of a true friendship. But there's a catch. Once you enter into their personal space, they are automatically entered into your bubble as well.

My safety bubble is ginormous. I don't know where I got that from, maybe because I'm une fille unique. But that means every time I go out of my way to get to know people, much before I'm even in close proximity to their bubble, they're actually already IN mine.

We were once in each other's safety bubbles. Well to me we were. Now, not so much. I'm sure we both agree. Well, thanks for the invitation again. But I'm scared to walk in, scared of what I might find, what I might see. Because, after all, it is a brand new bubble since the last time I was in there. Or, actually, it would be more accurate if I rephrased it to - But I'm scared to walk in, scared of what you might find, what you might see. Désolée. It's a self-preservation thing, you see.

遠看夜城靜悄連綿退後

假使你願意多留心這份情

都不會令這心流離變舊

明早你亦免帶淚和內疚

到午夜殘滅了黎明掠過後

請不要為我的離開多追究

祈求讓我擲碎心中所有

忘掉理由