"The girl carefully placed her giant scissors by her side and paused for a moment. ‘Oh I have so many favourites. It’s really hard to say, and it all depends upon my mood. Currently my favourite word is melancholy’.
‘Melancholy,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve been melancholy all my life. In fact I was going to say melancholy but I thought you might be frightened by such a word and so I said oxymoron.
‘Why would I be frightened of the word melancholy?’ asked the girl, clearly perplexed.
‘Well,’ I tried to explain, ‘whenever you say words like that, people are a bit shocked. They don’t know what to do with themselves. The moment they hear such words they form an opinion of you – normally a misguided opinion of you. It’s like telling someone you once had the depressions, or your favourite pop group is The Smiths. The moment you say it, you can see their faces change. Fear consumes them and they either want to stop talking to you - pretend that you’re no longer there - or they want to run away’ "
- Abeautifulrevolution
I think there is an interesting fine line between sadness and melancholy.
Sadness is often interpreted as being emo.. Depressing with perhaps a tinge of whiny-ness.
But melancholy is... thoughtful sadness (at least according to web definition).
We don't have to be sad to be melancholic. At least not morbidly so.
My past posts may border on the line of emo-ness but these thoughts have always been in my head all this time. Even before everything. Maybe I have always been a melancholic person.
Afterall, we do spend 24 hours a day in our own heads, and I do find reading about people's thoughts much more fascinating that reading about the happenings in their lives (albeit some overlaps).
But that's just me.
And I do feel fine.
And yes, this is dedicated to you Sihui!! =D