The Doom of Omega

For all my intelligence, I am the dumbest person in the world.

I've tried so hard to forget how I feel, I've even vowed to myself to once and for all bury that emotion, but for all my cranial bindings, this stupid heart just won’t give up. It just refuses to give up on you; on us. But unfortunately, there is no "us". There never have been. Even during the time when there was a semblance of that, it was never true, never realized, never admitted.

I was the third party, and I was content at that. At least then, I felt some affection coming from you. It felt that, though you love V-- more, you also love me; and that was enough. You are my secret; and I was yours. And we were blissfully unmindful of the world around us. Let them float in their speculations, but wade in murky ignorance. They will never have the confirmation that they desire.

That was then.

This year, I've felt you drift away. Gradually at first, but then, over time, the gap seemed insurmountable. I did try to patch it, but to no avail.

I waited for you to return. Still I wait.

Last night, I was given license to visit you. A very rare treat, as you always seem to have reasons to quell my advances. Finally, I get to see you. I was hopeful.

I shouldn't’ve hoped; I realize now. The first few minutes of that meet was enough to tell me how you felt. You've dashed my hopes, and set my place. Without saying anything to me, without even addressing me, you've told me much. We are no longer paramours, and there is little doubt that what happened before will never happen again.

Lightning never strikes the same place twice, I should have known. And we were just like that, lightning -- radiant, random, fiery; but ultimately short-lived and unrepeatable.

I know all these. I’ve been telling it to myself all these past months, berating myself for not resigning to that fact and for keeping that flame alive after you’ve left. But I am stupid and stubborn and sincerely in love with you; of the idea of you; the feel of you; the warmth of you; and I don’t think I can stop that. The tiger will not change its stripes just because it is hindered, and my heart won’t either.

Thus I am doomed.

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The PC from Purgatory

This is my office desktop. I've got one of the nicer monitors around, as the old monitor I was using kept changing colors while I'm using it. At it's greatest, the old monitor would turn pink, then yellow, then pink again, before bombarding me with static. After five minutes or so, it would return to normal. But I know my eyes wont. Thus, I was awarded a new monitor, along with two others, whose monitors turn blue.

Unfortunately, My new set up is just for show. Sure, the monitor is brand new, with its protective film still intact, but this shiny new toy is connected to one of the most ancient CPUs in the office. It has become normal to me to see a popup warning me of my computer's virtual memory running low, even when I only have my email, a couple of excel files and our accounting program running.

Lately, my computer has been bugging with its constant hang ups. Just the other day, the damned thing took 5 whole minutes to process an excel command I executed. And I only had two files running that time. Our MIS has advised me to clear my PC of old files so it could be more efficient. I have been doing that for the past month, starting with temporaty files and proceeding with dump files and personal files.

Tinkering with my PCs memory revealed to me that the PC I am using has been working longer than I have. I encountered files dating back as early as 1996, and whole folder files and back-up files from 2001 up to the present. I am hard-pressed to delete these, as they are working files, and should the hard copies be lost, these would be the last remaining evidence that some shmuck from ten years ago started some work that I am now continuing.

Personal files also abound in this PC, most of it saved by former employees who have gone on to better opportunities outside. I have no qualms in deleting these, but some stuff deserve a second, even a third look, before they face oblivion. I have saved a couple of these files, for posterity, like this video:

I guess they really like umbrellas.