May 1 Post

In our product training, we usually start our class by surfing into the internet and documenting some lessons that we’ll be tackling for the day.  But yesterday was different.  We started it with a discussion about May 1.  We needed to plan things out as we are in the last days of our product training and each date is significant to us.  Some of my wavemates had still not heard the news that May 1 celebration is not going to be moved to a Friday or a Monday.  They were asking questions, I was participating too but had suddenly drifted for a while.

 
If I remember it right, it was the night of May 1 of last year when a guy told me that he thinks “it will be easier for us if we break up.”  Right.  Lame line, but right.  I was not shocked at all with his request.  Maybe it was really what we needed and all along, I was just waiting for him to say that.

I answered him, “Okay.” And there were no other words uttered to further or prop our assumptions.  His short line and mine seemed enough to make everything all right.  True enough, everything was, because I killed him.  Time of death: 9:55pm, I remember the call in my head.

He had to be killed—for at least a month.  I needed to consider him dead for me to swiftly move on.  No bitterness at all in between us, I just thought we needed to detoxify each other from our respective systems.  Three years is three years anyway.

But then again, if I really do remember it right, it was two weeks later than May 1 when that guy told me that he was so stupid having said such line.  Yes, he was foolish indeed.  He was foolish to not recall that I don’t have a third eye and in no way I would like to open one.  I have never seen unnatural things around me such as ghosts like him, even if they seek for clairvoyants’ help.  And it’s a fact that just the thought of ghosts scares the hell out of me; he should have known that.

 
After minutes of drifting away from the discussion, I just realized that it’s roughly been a year since my last amorous episode ended.  I’m currently unattached and I honestly didn’t think I would be doing this good.  Few more minutes passed, I heard our class finally scheduled the non-working holiday on the date of Labor Day itself.  After everything was settled, another odd thought grasped my mind: May 1, people around me mark it as Labor Day…  With me, I mark it as Independence Day.