"Worth it?"

Did I hear you say “worth it?”

There are some things you don’t want to think about. It’s a huge struggle to keep your mind off them. You try but sometimes (if not most times) you fail.
Remember the first time you lost ‘it’? When you let your hair down and let the buttons loose? And undid the hooks and unzipped the trousers? Then the heartbeats increased and the anxiety increased and how your heart thumped faster with every passing second?
“Stop!” you manage to mutter. But it’s only within because you can hardly hear yourself now. The hormones are rambling and clanging and there is so much pandemonium around. Only this time, you understand perfectly, the scenario and you can name every troubled spot and its noise zones. Your heartbeat, your head, your body are all screaming hollow.
That is as far as it matters. “Don’t be paranoid, enjoy the moment!” your ‘better’ half yells. “Phew!” and you let go, and let your body and the hormones and your cravings take charge.
“Stuff tastes pretty ordinary,” you say to yourself. “Is this all?” you ask blandly. “Maybe, just maybe there is more”. But that is that and off you go...all the way. At this point it’s a struggle to keep track of the now unfolding events. The racing of your mind, the pounding of your heart and the ramblings in your head hardly give room for that.
In a little while it’s over. You pick what is left of your body. And realise, you’ve got to pick up something...anything. You realise suddenly, you don’t want anyone to start asking “Did you lose something or leave anything behind somewhere?” because you have been prancing the hallway for thirty or more times. You don’t want to hear peering questions as to why your hair is flying (in different directions), your trouser flyer is undone and the hook has nearly come off and is conspicuously out of shape (because you hurriedly fastened the straps and shirt in one heap of confusion).
The very hormones, cravings, body language and chemistry that constituted your best pals suddenly turn cowards (more or less hypocrites). As you gather yourself, your being-the you in you- starts popping up with questions. Only then, you remember vividly the grin-on the face of your ‘conqueror’. “Goat,” you curse silently.
In a corner-all by you- the tears come in torrents. Many ‘whys’ rear their –ugly or not-head “It’s okay girl,” a sympathiser says comfortingly. And adds: “It has happened. Just move on”. “Move on? In what direction, you inquire starry-facedly. The sympathiser responds by giving you a pat on the back. He understands that words won’t be enough to answer that question. “You have been through it. So choose the direction yourself,” he says on his inside.
“Oh girl, this time you blew it,” the ‘you in you’ says. The ‘you outside you’ responds in an audible voice “Don’t sweat it, it was worth it. At least you can say that you ...” “Stop it!” you scream even before the ‘you outside you’ finishes. “Did I hear you say worth it?” Oh no!