Bitter "better" medicine

 I could maybe entitle this explicit blog"A tribute to 2007". Too much of a cliché isn’t it, which makes it sound lame? We all know who hates clichés the most, my so-called best friend. She’s too good for poorly formulated thought and ideas. LOL! It was her firm belief that yours truly is a typical girl who dates half the planet, mind you the worst of its kind. True to her word, I am that girl who finds sudden relief in the company of nerds and weird guys one could possibly fall “overtly” in-love with. (sigh) 

No…nobody won my heart, for the moment at least. Not even the guy I thought I loved for seven years, only to find out we had no common interest at all. Can you imagine? It’s the best laugh trip ever (no offense)! So, that only shows mystery is not at all a factor. “Fear” is it a factor..faith is. I learned, “tolerance to pain does not disprove you being scared”. A distinct statement purposely marked me for life, literally. The scar I thought would remind me to break all-embracing boundaries and never label anyone became the very words I ended up eating, more like masticating that is. I would never want to judge anyone as to who they are, where they’re from, and what they did. But that just sounds like a boy-band song as to which we all find sincere simple truths—NOT! As the revised old saying goes men are all the same, “You say tomato; I say he’s a hoe.”

 Sooner than later, I have come to believe that we’re all into the frantic search for “happiness”. I then decided to stay out of the market as a young-vibrant-single-hottie a couple of times. I subjected myself to a 24-hour men-dieting frenzy! The no-dating program unfortunately backfired starting mid August. It has gotten worst that I tend to forget names of those I dated. However, I never forgot how cheesy a “lover boy” could get and how cheap some of them could get. I do want to believe in relationships. I must have missed a lot then. 

For a time, I had all the love I could get. Wide-ranging support, an emotional cradle, and a tempting nest for self-gratification nonetheless. The organization made me strong, stronger even. I became my own person, a warrior and charming defender of the “mass”. I had such esteem to my Inay, Itay, adopted Mom and Dad; all the co-workers I treated somewhat family. Yet nothing or no one could ever replace a family, it’s your only one—your own. 

Comments

[ShErL]

Wow. Takes the end of the year to get all that coherence from you, huh! (My way of saying 'I like this one.') Hehe.