What is so complicated about love?
I have a number of theories that I would rather keep in my head but my fingers are too itchy that they worked on their own to translate them into something that I could look back to when I’m half immersed in that sh*thole. Pardon the curse; I am trying really hard to avoid that but there is nothing more agitating than the talk about l-o-v-e. Well, agitating can be two ways-the heart-thumping, heart-pumping, can’t-eat-can’t-sleep always happy feeling and the opposite of that – plain misery.
So, why the heck am I talking about love then? I guess I am still high about that Friday night conversation with my ‘sponges’ (or was it the other way around? I was more like the sponge that night!) Warning: There is 97.9% chance that you’ll be reading stuff that you have probably read a gazillion times or seems so oddly familiar even if they’ve never even happened to you. These are my thoughts; words that have been swimming through my brain mucus in the last 72 hours. Thoughts that seem to haunt me for fear that they MAY also happen to me. (I could only hope not). Some, I’ve experienced myself and wanting nothing else but to bury them in the deepest nooks of my memory.
I would like to make a disclaimer. Although these are not totally crazy thoughts that just came popping in my head but somehow part of a sickening reality, I did not intend for the arrows to hit some of you, my dearest friends, straight through the head (or heart?).Pardon my being direct; sometimes my words cut like a butcher knife but I believe they can also shake you off your slumber. I’ll only give a few:
Case no.1: A girl falls in-love with an (pardon this…) ‘ugly’ guy. That’s not even the catch yet. The ugly guy is committed to someone else and has Titanic and the size of that iceberg it hit combined for an ego. Forgive me for being so blunt but who are we fooling? Their breed really does exist. The poor girl is not only blinded by the circumstance but is also acting all crazy and stupid and just… well, stupid. You’d think the guy drugged here or fed her some sort of an herbal tonic that would easily delude her senses that there wouldn’t be anything left. The girl, despite being told by the people (and even the signs) around her that the guy is too wrong for her CHOOSES to overlook the fact that the guy indeed is jerking her around. The rest, well, is up to that girl if she ever wakes up from that stupor.
Case no.2: A girl falls in-love with a very good-looking guy that is too good to be true. Don’t get me wrong, the guy seems to like the girl. Again LIKE the girl, not love. Nothing more. This is pretty much like case no. 1, except that he’s someone that is a little hard to let go because of the very simple fact that he’s an eye candy and he seems very nice. But he has’t got the balls to move a step forward because he’s just not the type and it might ruin his reputation. The girl, on the other hand, is hoping desperately for more.
Case no.3: A girl meets the ‘man of her dreams’ or SO SHE THOUGHT. The first meeting was okay… actually, more than okay… it was a blast! You were laughing your heart out all night and he was laughing just as hard; you felt so pretty and he made you feel so pretty; you felt like a princess and he’s the noble stead that you have waited for so long. You were thinking to yourself: “This is soooo it!!!” The night ends but the ‘kilig’ moment continues. He’ll text you goodnight and that he’s had a blast. But then, the following day, there is nada… nothing… na-uh. No text, no ‘hi’, no ‘hello’, no ‘how’s your day?’ and there are about a million things whizzing in and out of your head. Then towards the end of that day, you’ll get a ‘Hi’ from this guy. Excited, you’ll reply in less than half a minute. But you’ll get toasted waiting and waiting and waiting for an answer that wouldn’t just come. This is the part where you’re acting all lunatic, looking at your phone every five seconds, muttering incoherent pieces to yourself and whining to whoever’s within your 5 millimeter radius. He’ll reply alright but not till you’re almost crazy and paranoid. And this torturing predicament goes on and on and on every single day.
Case no.4: A girl falls in-love with someone that for some reason she just can’t be with. Well, I don’t know. This one’s too general. It could be that the guy is to be fixed for an arranged marriage (or is already taken!), or that he is gay or that he’s a vampire for all we care (sorry, still high with ‘Twilight’) It could be that the guy also likes you but is also aware of how things seem so impossible between you so he doesn’t make a move. But when you’re together, you just know that hell, there really is something and sometimes, you forget all about the ‘compluvcations’ and enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, you think about fighting the odds and is so sure of it until you snap back to reality. Sad, right?
Case no.5: A girl falls in-love with her bestfriend. By that I mean, that person who knows your deep, dark secrets and who’s used to seeing you as nothing but an outlet or a sponge or someone to tackle and annoy and say harsh things to because he knows you wouldn’t get mad or if you do, you’ll get over it because he is very certain that you couldn’t last a day without talking to him. You pretend to not care and tell him how stupid he is. You confide in him all your guy problems secretly hoping to get him jealous or react anything that would give you the slightest hint if he is. And yet, when he talks to you about the girls that he likes, you pretend to listen when in fact (a) you’re not and you’d rather talk to your shoes, (b) you’re really listening , scooping up details about your potential competition while planning to sabotage whatever it is that could happen between them, or (c) you’re listening and hurting a lot but you’re not going to do anything about it. Very cliché, right?
