Maybe my life will never be devoid of drama, or maybe drama just works its way into my life, but either way it seems one cannot exist without the other.
Today, after a very strange weekend and a series of misfortunes and miscommunication, Mellie and I found ourselves dateless on the night of White Day.
The audacity of our boyfriends, we cried, sending back and forth a series of text messages that did nothing but further depressed us.
Who invited White Day anyways?! (I'll tell you who, some very smart chocolate manufacturer who somehow managed to make giving girls chocolate one month after Valentine's Day a Japanese tradition.)
Living in Japan and having gone through a non-event of Valentine's (no flowers, no fancy restaurant, no fanfare), we both somewhat expected special treatment today. But no, one called in sick, the other went out with his co-workers (no names shall be mentioned to protect their identities).
Emboldened by alcohol and after a few non-replied messages, I called him to complain, half-worried and half-upset that he had ruined my first White Day.
To cut a long story short, I ended up taking a train to his place 10 at night to see him and demand an explanation after not having seen him in a week (everyone assumes I see him all the time, but the truth is I barely see him at all!).
I received chocolates as a gift of atonement, and he got me not 1, not 2, but 3 small boxes and 1 long box. I had no choice but to forgive.
Damn White Day for causing us so much unnecessary grief!