Photographs of Me

I have been staring at a few photographs of myself here in my desktop for quite a few minutes now and I can't help but wonder why I am so egotistical in my ways. I seem to be fascinated by the way I look, by the changes that I have undergone (diet and badminton did that for me), and many other things about me. But then I start to look deeper into each photograph and I noticed that it's either I am the only one on it, or I am with a group of friends. Not one, zero, nada, not one of these pictures showed me with someone that I like, someone I could cuddle with in a cold, rainy night.

It is a sad fact that I am still single... and it is being reflected strongly in these photographs that I am looking at. It is unfortunate to be single at my age, considering that the male species are said to do the hunting. If I had lived several thousands of years back, I wouldn't have survived the Ice Age, simply because hunting is a game of survival of the fittest and the wittiest. And that is actually what I am looking at now. Smiles of a caveman frozen in ice. Each smile radiates a certain something that is quite ironic... something melancholic... a smile that exhudes loneliness. Behind the twinkling, chinky eyes are expressions of melodrama.

But why be sad? I know that sooner or later, I will learn the game well enough to bag a "hunted" of my own. It will just be a matter of time before I will have someone to cuddle with, someone to kiss, someone to share fun memories with... memories that can only be captured in the film of my memory and not by some silly photograph that I will stare at when I have nothing to do. For now, I guess I will just have to wait.