THE REALITY SOAP: AFTER DAD'S FUNERAL

"REALISTICALLY-SPEAKING: I AM ROMANTICALLY-CHALLENGED"

I am romantically-challenged. That's nothing new and also for sure. I've been that way for too damn long, since I can't even remember when.

One of my old college friends came up with another more sophisticated term about people with my (mental? psychological?) condition - and posted it on her Facebook wall. It's called 'philophobe' - someone with the phobia for romance - or the fear of falling in love. She told me that she and I were on the same boat.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not feeling sorry for myself or anything like that. I can still be happy with my life once in a while. That's life anyway.

I'm romantically-challenged because:

1.I keep falling in love with the wrong guys.

2.I keep getting heartbroken and alone in the end. (Come to think of it, I'm getting so good at being single that I no longer remember how to let people in easily. Yes, call me difficult as you may please.)

I'm sick to death of this same, old sick cycle carousel!

Enough said.

R.

ISN'T IT IRONIC? :P
5/26/2012

"Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?"

("Ironic" by.Alanis Morrisette)

My irony these days:

I get a job that pays me much better, but I miss having luxurious time to write. Oh, well. There are sacrifices to be made.:P

(And at least I get to travel - like what I'm going to do next month, with my best friend T again.:D YAY!)

The last time I fell in love with whom I thought was a suitable enough guy, things headed south. Just like the rest, he always walked off with another girl. The same, old shitty epilogue.

And the only guy who understands me best these days is the one I can never be with. Well, it's not like I want to be with him - not in that sense, anyway. (I'm not delusional, thank God.*rolls eyes* Unlike some bitches who think that - just because they're pretty - they can get any guys that they want. Ha-ha, reality check, prissy princesses!*big evil grin*)

He's gay, and he's my best friend T. Ain't fate so twisted sometimes? *sneers*

Basically, my decision regarding love is still the same. I'm not giving a damn about it until it starts giving a damn about me.

Enough said.

R.

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