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Author: aLmich
My friends usually call me “bato sa pag-ibig”, frigid or “manhid”. Not that I’m a hater or a loser of sort, just that I don’t allow myself to be lured by all the promises a love usually brings.
I have been self-guarded and aloof for the past years. I used to keep falling in love for all the wrong reasons, and then I go emo all over it. Romance to me then, has become a preoccupation brought about either by boredom or by necessity. I guess all it took was for me to find a good-enough distraction to get myself out of love for good.
And then it happened.
Gone were the days where love is a thing I’ll always sought for. Gone were the days where I’ll let myself be hurt. I fell and got hooked again. I enjoyed it and loved it.
Then Z came along, a disaster. I guess the word [disaster] need not more explanation. All my defense were shaken and tested. All those years where I’ve been “manhid” came to an end. I allowed myself to be sensitive again only to be sorry. I guess I haven’t really given up my defense.
In a word: catharsis. It’s a lot like diarrhea, enema, or a good vomit after drinking copious quantities of beer.
Pardon to all “into love” at this point. If there’s anything I learned from this another free fall with romance, it’s that you don’t really need it. I know this is going to sound extremely toxic [in many senses of the word], but if you find yourself wasting a lot of time and energy on people who do not reciprocate your affections, much less genuine gestures of friendship, then they really, really aren’t worth what you expend. So yeah, you’re wasting your time.
At this age, it’s a given that I’m not getting any younger. But that doesn’t mean that all other opportunities for me to find someone who is worth my time and my effort diminish every day I grow older. There are plenty of other opportunities out there, not necessarily for romance. Getting to meet new people, learning new stuff, going to new places, and trying out new things. I may be getting old, but everything around me is always a brand-new thing that either I never experienced before, or I never really enjoyed.
No more chains, baby! No more Bebs, that is!
