WARNING: This is a product of lonely time a few months back. So forgive me if I offend certain sensibilities.

DISCLAIMER: a very wise woman wrote in a great book that laughter always sounds better than weeping. This is inspired by that great author and an episode of Spongebob where he went to live with Patrick under the star's rock. Ownerships belong to the great author and the creators of Spongebob.

Living Under a Rock

It was nice of Patrick when he told me I could share his rock in the meantime.

When nighttime came, I quickly went under the rock beside him. It was a long day, a rough time at work, everybody picking at me as usual.

He was snoring lightly. I remembered the time he told me when he started living under this rock. He said it was nice, there was a lot of space, no neighbors having a party at night.

He said it was nice living alone without her.

It was a rough time for him, when he started living under this rock. For the first few nights, all he could think about was her. How she looked when she laughed, when she cried. How she liked being under the sun, out of the water for once.

Of course, he couldn't forget her face when she finally said goodbye.

She said that this was no life for her. She must start looking into for that someone, for love. It was about time anyway, she said that she started a family.

Then she left.

That's the first time Patrick started acting crazy. He quit work, he quit talking to people. He talked to himself, monologues about her. He quit life.

I think what happened was, he thought he'll go crazy without her, so in the end, he convinced himself that insanity is much better than accepting that she left.

The craziest thing is, she came back. She came back like nothing happened. She acted like nothing happened. Like she hadn't stolen his marbles from him, no pun intended.

She acted like she didn't tell him that they're better off as friends.

It's crazy when you're with someone, then that someone is your world. My mistake, that's not the crazy part. The crazy part is when that someone asked you to be friends after tearing your world into pieces. That's when you realize she doesn't see you at all.

I wanted to shake him. Now. I wanted to wake up Patrick and shout : Get over her already! She's living her own life, free from any guilt. She's trying to make you crazy like her. What, with wearing a fishbowl on her head and all…

That's when I started to feel his tears behind me.

It was silent tears, torn from lips that ached to scream but couldn't.

I wish I could bear his pain.

When he started acting crazy, people thought I went crazy so he'll have someone to share insanity with.

But I didn't go crazy for him. I did it for me.

I couldn't bear it, I snapped. Who says you couldn't fall in love with your best friend?

That's when I decided I could absorb his tears, being a sponge and all.

I felt a little bulky in the morning. Like still being under his rock.

"Uhhh, Spongebob, did you do something new? You look different."

I smiled at him, "I dreamed big dreams."

I laughed to myself, thinking this would be a long day.

People would look at me and laughed. They will know. They will know that I'm crazy about him.

I am considering living under a rock from now on. But I will find one for myself. It would probably kill me, but, what the heck, do you call this living?