…you’re a single, 25 year-old girl and the person who you have a constant conversation with and who wishes you good morning and good night is a 14 year-old boy. No, I’m not a pedophile, there’s explanations and reasons leading up to this situation! Don’t freak out and call the cops! I’m posting this collection of things that have been on my mind lately mostly because it’s a chance to organize and lay them all out. If my first sentence hadn’t thoroughly disgusted you, read on to hear me out! Continue reading
…it’s only going to make it hurt worse when you find your ‘someone’.
I don’t know if that’s as documented of a thing as Stockholm Syndrome, but if there is… I think we would be a highly susceptible group =P
We’ve had our conversations about love and romances and reasons why we’d be single for at least the near future. It all seems pretty logically and empirically-based in fact, but is there an irrational side that we’re missing in our equations? Can love stem from the sheer fact that we’re available and looking? @bittersweetselene, @cynicalartemis and I seem to believe it’s impossible due to the sheer lack of men as potential date prospects around us. It makes me wonder… Will there be some unannounced presence either from the past or in the near future who will storm his way into our lives and throw all our equations out the window? Continue reading
Right then, where to start…
I’ve never been a person with many guy friends. Throughout high school, I had a grand total of one. In university (for the four years that I was in it in Canada) there were two. (For some strange reason I managed to make a bunch more guy friends when I was abroad in Japan… but we’ll come back to this in a bit.) The thing with the three guy friends that I had in Canada, was that I felt with each of them that our “friendship” was just a premise for what might have been love. With the guy in high school, I KNEW that I was the one making excuses to talk with him because I liked him… and I felt like he was doing the same (I later found out for sure: he was). In university, I thought that I’d finally made guy friends… but something about the way they treated me and talked with me always made me wonder if they were still looking for more than just friendship.
Although I never confirmed it with the last two, one thing was for sure: random conversations dwindled, invitations to hang out came less frequently, and each of these three “friendships” inevitably met their end. 2/3 of them coincidentally ended just around the time when my “friend” found a girlfriend. Imagine that.
So I’ve come to believe that there is no such thing as a platonic friendship with guys… someone’s always interested in someone else, which is why the conversations keep going. But then my exchange to Japan happened. Continue reading
I often ask myself that question: “What is love?” I thought I was in love with the Serious Guy, but after around a week and a half of being extremely busy on a project, I didn’t miss him at all. I didn’t even think about messaging him. Now, even if he doesn’t respond to me quickly, I don’t care. I don’t even care much if I visit Japan or if I ever see him again. Okay, I only want to visit Japan because of shopping and the food now. 😉 Continue reading
I really hate it when I get ignored, and okay, the real, real reason that I decided to contact the Weird Guy again was that I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed that I was really close to him, and I was playing with his hair and touching his face. He was combing through my hair too, and we almost kissed.
I woke up, thinking that that was reality. . . until I realized that I had to go to this annoying class. Then, I was like shit . . . Iet me go see online what it means to dream of your crush. It didn’t help that yesterday I was listening to a song about a girl saying how she missed someone. It hit me. This ignoring thing was just a shield for me.
I did have a bit of fault with the confrontation with the Weird Guy in the sense that I snuck in the subject of the Bitch and him making a good couple the night before he had to hand in his essay. Plus, when I think back to that night when I was forced to meet the Weird Guy with the Serious Guy and the Nice Guy, I think the Weird Guy did have sad eyes, despite his ignorance. So . . . I wanted to get things over with because I hate it when I know someone has a grudge on me. Continue reading
So my previous post was around ten days ago, and now I’m at a point where I really, really don’t know what in the world is going on with the Weird Guy. So many things happened at once that . . . I really don’t know where to begin. This is going to be a long post, so bear with me, but I guess it all started last week . . . Continue reading