Do you love yourself?

“Do you love yourself?”

“No, I hate myself most of the time”

“Why do you expect people would love you then?”

“Ah, you’re right”

Why is it hard to love yourself?

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Ingin pindah negara

Gue ingin pindah ke negara dimana gue merasa aman pergi kemanapun, jam berapapun, pakai baju apapun sebagai perempuan.

Gue benci negara ini.

Rindu

Dalam perjalanan pulang ke rumah, gue sudah membayangkan akan makan indomie rebus rasa soto pakai telor. Tapi ternyata itu hanya sebuah angan, seisi rumah pergi karena ada acara pernikahan dan tidak meninggalkan kunci rumah. Berhubung gue laper dan ada KFC dekat rumah, pergi lah gue ke sana.

Gue duduk sendirian, bukan hal besar. Tiga orang anak perempuan duduk di arah jarum jam dua belas, dua anak perempuan duduk di arah jam sebelas dan di belakang gue persis duduk dua orang anak perempuan juga. Gue yakin mereka semua masih sekolah. Gue rindu, rindu nongkrong di retoran junk food sama teman-teman gue. Gue rindu menghabiskan banyak waktu dengan teman-teman gue. Gue rindu.

People are different.

People are different. They love durian so much. Some find it disgusting.

People are different. They can travel alone. Some can’t go anywhere without a company.

People are different. They can’t live without sambal. Some can get stomachache easily eating something spicy.

People are different. They don’t mind spending fifty thousand rupiah on Starbucks. Some would rather spend it on books.

People are different. They love doing make up. Some don’t even know how to put lipstick on their lips.

We are just different people. Don’t expect people see things the way you do.