Taking in the Reality Pill
There was a moment in my life when I was so gone over someone that my world revolved around him. There wasn’t a day that I never thought about him. He was my alpha and omega; the night, the day and the merienda. It was a weird experience that, although I knew was unhealthy, made me happy in one way or the other. But it was all for nothing, because I never mattered to him, ever.
It was sad, because he saw me as his "bro", "dude", and "tsong". I never was a girl for him…only a barkada with long hair and evident female parts. I was silly and crazily in love enough for him to accept even just a morsel of attention through that way; gosh, that was so low, but love made you do really low things.
And then, some time, when my world was taking on a rather vicious change…I decided to just chill and let go. I took some sort of reality check and went out there to look at the world through different eyes. Lo and Behold! Life was better when you aren’t hindered by wrong decisions. I saw how wrong I was in living a silent hell; torturing myself, when life is so much better when you’re not allowing yourself to be hurt.
Love is a chance we all decided to take; but, it should be a chance that will enrich your life, not ruin it into tiny little pieces.
I chose to love and get hurt. This time I chose to move on and get out of that entanglement for my sake. I will never forget how he inspired me to write all the beautiful love stories and poems for the last six years. But life goes on, so I must to.
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A few reminders for boys…(I haven’t posted since I said that I’m moving on, I feel like I owe it to myself to just say something):
- If you’re thirteen and you like a girl your age, and the word comes to her about how you feel, and she starts acting really weird, please don’t make a comment that she’s CHILDISH or BOYISH. What you need to realize is that you are both in an akward age and the girl could very well like you, too. Saying that will make her feel awful, like she’s the worst female in the world. Well, how would you like to be called CHILDISH and GIRLISH? So, just keep them mouths zipped and if you really like her, the way she acts wouldn’t even matter to you. But if they do, they’re only HORMONES raging.
- If you’re fourteen and you like a girl, as in, you feel like you REALLY like a girl, and you want to hold her hands…DON’T sit close to her and make your hands crawl like Mr. Itsy-Bitsy Spider. Man, that’s weird! Sometimes, talking to her would really matter to her MORE than the I-Wanna-Hold-Your-Hand gesture. Remember that you’re still at an age where nothing is permanent and changes happen in only a few seconds…holding hands may lead to…well…something else.
- If you’re fourteen, and a girl likes you, don’t abuse her feelings and DON’T, please, heed me when I say this, tell her that she’s chubby or that the clip in her hair looks like a mushroom. You better dang have the sensitivity, because she’s virtually trying to please you. If you don’t like her, don’t say anything; if you like her, let her know, in one way or another.
- If you’re fifteen, and you are courting a girl, don’t continue to show affections if you have gotten tired of the loooong courtship period and is already in a more prolific relationship. If you do that, you are a total jerk, because you have really made a fool out of that girl.
- If you’re sixteen/seventeen, and you are in love with a girl (who doesn’t like you) and is infatuated with another (who likes you). Don’t you dare use the other girl to make the other one jealous or as your fall back…you have no right to do that. That’s illegal in any law book.
So, what’s my basis for this? My experiences during the past few years in my life. There were a few instances when I fell and I got hurt; but the hurt and the falling thing is nothing compared to the process of learning through your mistakes and moving on. I am not an expert on this area, only a fool would declare total expertise in the arena of loving, but I have gone through certain mishaps in that part and this is only a "word of advice" for the younger peeps who are still in the dark as much as I am.
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This won’t be long, my time is running fast and the internet center would be billing me a thousand bucks if I stayed too long. So let me make this one brief, brief but meaningful. I’m going to try my darndest to make this so meaningful.
I’m getting over you, this would be the last piece for you. No more tears, no more drama. I’m going to move on, because I have to move on. The world is not going to stop and comfort me when I sit and cry for you, so I’m doing what I know I should have done six years ago. I’m going to stop being a complete fool. It’s over…goodbye…sweetdreams…I’m okay now!
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