something

something happens and your life

changes dramatically, unimaginably;

you think you have figured yourself out

your likes, dislikes, what's

a personality trait and what's 

not one.

you even decide whom to love

based on what

and when to stop loving (because it's a switch,

it would seem)

and believe that to be

something... permanent. unquestionable.

then something happens and your life

is not what it was.

one morning

you make yourself a cup of hot tea

abruptly, you find yourself letting it cool down

because you prefer it lukewarm now

and everything looks

temporary. questionable.

you don't dare to face a tapri now.

and it clicks -

that's what the behaviourists were

about.