When Reality Bites Us In The Ass...
As you all know, I’m now back in the Philippines….
I gave myself a deadline that when I come back, I should’ve healed already. It’s now time for me to move on…I should start picking up the pieces again instead of waiting for someone else to do it for me. I should practice what I have been preaching to my friends for years that we should be the captain of our ship, and that we should stop putting our lives on hold for someone else.
No more looking for men who would sweep us off our feet. No more yearnings of a fairy-tale romance. Enough with the so-called ‘messiah complex’ where we think we can save everybody. Bottomline is, we can never save people who don’t want to be saved. Deal with it. It’s time to wake up to reality.
But sometimes, waking up to reality is not something we really get to look forward to…why? -- Because it bites us in the ass…
Here’s one perfect example.
Did you ever wonder why we end up with men who we know will hurt us in the end? And even if from the start, we know this fact, we still end up pushing through with this so-called “heart-tingling-butterflies-in-your-stomach” kind of relationship? And then while you’re drowning yourself with your own tears, you start telling yourself that you will never fall in love with those assholes ever.
Then you start dating again. You go out with a fine man – a man who has a stable job, who isn’t that good-looking but who is presentable enough to show off to your friends. He’s the type of man who has been saving for the future and who has everything mapped out already in his life. He probably comes from a simple family; he doesn’t have issues, no excess baggage, and is very much available. He’s you’re very own Andy Garcia in “When a Man Loves a Woman”.
He is everything a girl like you needs.
But he means nothing to you.
So you end up, ditching him for your friends, you go to a bar and drink and wallow over the fact that men suck and that all men are assholes. Then you probably meet a very good-looking guy who looks at you and you instantly melt. He’s probably in between jobs at the moment or is trying to run away from his baggage, which is why he’s at the same bar where you are – he’s drinking his miseries away too. Then he buys you a drink, gets your number (you give it of course because he’s too handsome to let go of and among all the ladies in the bar, he asks you) and another “heart-tingling-butterflies-in-your-stomach” kind of relationship is about to come into bud. He’s the bad guy that you’ve been yearning to tame. He’s one of the lost boys that you’ve been planning to save. He’s you’re Shane West in “A Walk to Remember”
It’s sickening, I’m about to throw up.
Andy Garcia is now history. You and Shane West are now in cloud nine.
You let go of the man who was willing to put you together and you chose a guy who is about to push you away. Tsk Tsk Tsk. When will we ever learn?
Oh well, I’m in this pickle. Well, sort of. I met this guy who is very much normal for my taste. He is someone I think my parents will finally like for me. He is someone who is not that good-looking but is okay enough for me. He doesn’t really occupy most of my day-dreaming moments but he’s an okay companion when I’m bored because he’s smart and he tries to make me laugh (take note on the word “tries”).
It’s just scary that I might make another stupid mistake. I haven’t met any Shane Wests yet but I’m surely about to. God, help me.
So till then, we’ll see…I don’t want the last laugh to be on me. *sigh*
I gave myself a deadline that when I come back, I should’ve healed already. It’s now time for me to move on…I should start picking up the pieces again instead of waiting for someone else to do it for me. I should practice what I have been preaching to my friends for years that we should be the captain of our ship, and that we should stop putting our lives on hold for someone else.
No more looking for men who would sweep us off our feet. No more yearnings of a fairy-tale romance. Enough with the so-called ‘messiah complex’ where we think we can save everybody. Bottomline is, we can never save people who don’t want to be saved. Deal with it. It’s time to wake up to reality.
But sometimes, waking up to reality is not something we really get to look forward to…why? -- Because it bites us in the ass…
Here’s one perfect example.
Did you ever wonder why we end up with men who we know will hurt us in the end? And even if from the start, we know this fact, we still end up pushing through with this so-called “heart-tingling-butterflies-in-your-stomach” kind of relationship? And then while you’re drowning yourself with your own tears, you start telling yourself that you will never fall in love with those assholes ever.
Then you start dating again. You go out with a fine man – a man who has a stable job, who isn’t that good-looking but who is presentable enough to show off to your friends. He’s the type of man who has been saving for the future and who has everything mapped out already in his life. He probably comes from a simple family; he doesn’t have issues, no excess baggage, and is very much available. He’s you’re very own Andy Garcia in “When a Man Loves a Woman”.
He is everything a girl like you needs.
But he means nothing to you.
So you end up, ditching him for your friends, you go to a bar and drink and wallow over the fact that men suck and that all men are assholes. Then you probably meet a very good-looking guy who looks at you and you instantly melt. He’s probably in between jobs at the moment or is trying to run away from his baggage, which is why he’s at the same bar where you are – he’s drinking his miseries away too. Then he buys you a drink, gets your number (you give it of course because he’s too handsome to let go of and among all the ladies in the bar, he asks you) and another “heart-tingling-butterflies-in-your-stomach” kind of relationship is about to come into bud. He’s the bad guy that you’ve been yearning to tame. He’s one of the lost boys that you’ve been planning to save. He’s you’re Shane West in “A Walk to Remember”
It’s sickening, I’m about to throw up.
Andy Garcia is now history. You and Shane West are now in cloud nine.
You let go of the man who was willing to put you together and you chose a guy who is about to push you away. Tsk Tsk Tsk. When will we ever learn?
Oh well, I’m in this pickle. Well, sort of. I met this guy who is very much normal for my taste. He is someone I think my parents will finally like for me. He is someone who is not that good-looking but is okay enough for me. He doesn’t really occupy most of my day-dreaming moments but he’s an okay companion when I’m bored because he’s smart and he tries to make me laugh (take note on the word “tries”).
It’s just scary that I might make another stupid mistake. I haven’t met any Shane Wests yet but I’m surely about to. God, help me.
So till then, we’ll see…I don’t want the last laugh to be on me. *sigh*
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