An Abundance of Libra

Most of the time I feel so alone until every ghost in this universe could possibly choose not to haunt my gloomy heart simply because it’s way too deserted.
Other times I tried to look around and found no one.
I was left by myself to answer all of the questions and to figure out how my life should exactly be.
Until I glance a stare to a far distance only to find an abundance of Libra waving their hands at me, cheering and welcoming their own favorite one, tis the season to be jolly.
Since this writing is not about me.

This one is about Hana, someone who is extraordinarily smart, but stupid enough to let me ruin her last year of high school by agreeing to sit with me. And there she is, tangled in my messed up story through the remaining years until right this second.
A quite unique Libra, I could say. People could see her but not quite see who she is; brain beauty with a tad of stupidity who I believe will never need any luck in her way.
Just because she made it a certain way, and she always successfully did it.
It’s not easy for people like her to let someone like me to be in their life.
For I am so different, and yet will always have answer to her “terserah, gue ikut aja,”
Wherever we go, she gave me the pleasant opportunity to hear her story.

With Nanit, I didn’t need to think, since the glance from our eyes could speak an entire paragraph.
But most of the time, we actually said literally the whole entire paragraphs, even the wind doesn’t get a chance to slip between our words.
She is the epitome of every indecisive Libra in this whole world.
The amount of time I spent waiting for her to pick something is actually longer than the time I need to finish one or two episodes of some comedy series. Being her friend all these years, I learned that sometimes it’s easier to let her think that she came to her decision by herself, by pointing out that her initial thought was the best one. Rather than letting her starve to death only to choose what to eat in a crowded food court.
But still, the best is she.
For she is the supporting pillar every building of human life ever needed.
To my given up soul, she nags.
To my cursed words, she yells.
But to my tears, she also cries. Or the other way around. I don’t remember which one of us usually cries first since we are both a big baby with a full dam of tears ready to break any time.
To my sick days, she always came bringing sate padang ajo ramon only because I can barely stand to eat another hospital food.
All and all,
to me, she is always there, from the top into the well.

But Ananda is another level of one hard in the ass Libra, the slap to my ugly face. Every time I feel so clueless with my own life, she always comes and gives me thousand choices which I need to make the decision of. The decision for her life, of course, not mine.
Which clothes she should wear for this wedding.
Which food she should eat tonight.
Which pictures she needs to post on her freakin instagram account.
Which cake she must buy for her boyfriend.
Which present she should choose for her mother.
One day she called me only to ask which way she had to go when she was driving.
The other day she called me and asked me which decision she should make, while in the middle of a freakin fight with her boyfriend.
Maybe next time she will wake up from her sleep and phone me, asking me to decide which foot she needs to walk with first on that exact day.
Maybe she will or maybe she will not.
The only definite thing about her is that she will always decisively choose to be there listening to my rumbling words while I cried. From afar, from a definite distance, she always chose to be ready.

That was just several Libras I have known for years and years of my life and this is my piece of writing to remember them by since I cannot see them in person for such a long time. 

There are still several more Libras close to my heart but I think that will be worth another post.

To the abundance of Libra I have around, I can't thank you all enough. Even though you are such annoying indecisive asses, but every time I feel like I lose control of my life, you always help me to remember that at least I have control of every decision on yours.

Oh how it is such a blessing and torture to be surrounded by too many shades of Libra.

From the decision-maker of your life,

One stubborn Aquarian.