With 2013 just creeping around the corner, rather than having to post what I want for my New Year Resolution, I’d rather have myself write about the things I want to say to certain people or a certain person. That should be a good start, right? This might seem like a personal post (well, it kind of is), but this should give you some sort of inspiration to bury the hatchet, shoot the target, or just plain beat around the bush.
I would like to set the tone on how my relationships with my friends would be like this 2013 after this blog post. And for those of you who really are reading and following what I write here, you’re in for a world of what-the-fucks and holy-shits.
To my friends who are in long term relationships, keep it up. We’ve all been friends for almost seven years now, we wouldn’t want to ruin it just ‘coz you guys broke up. And if there is a chance that you guys break up, make sure we single friends of yours don’t get in the middle of it. Don’t make us choose sides.
To my still-single brothers, I have no plan on leaving you guys in the air. We party ’til the break of dawn if we have to. Our bond as bros shall never be torn apart by women or jobs, even if women+jobs sound a bit tempting in some sleazy way.
To the girl that I made a wrong decision of feeling something close to love, if you read my blog, then you must know who you are. I wanted to tell you to stay away from me for reasons that just cannot be explained at this moment (I’d probably would if you decided to up and ask me). You clearly have issues that you haven’t gotten over with. You won’t probably get over it unless you’ve accepted the reasons why he’s not with you.
Liking you was a wrong move on my part. I really shouldn’t be attracted to damsels-in-distress, it’s a bad friggin’ idea. You’re not exactly the kind of girl I’ve always wanted, but you seemed to have piqued my interest on a different level. You’re crazy enough for me, but my friend was right, puro na lang ikaw (Google translate this, if you’d like). You don’t want to admit it, but you’re a very high maintenance kind of girl. So why the fuck am I so attracted to you?
God knows why, but ’nuff of it though. Even I don’t want to know anymore. It’s not like you know how much I like you. I’ve pretty much done an accidentally great job of not telling a soul about it. And for that, I’ll throw myself a self-five.
This blog post may not reach the people who I intend to hit with the words that I write, but to hell with it, right? There’s no law out there saying that I’m not allowed to say shit on my blog (yes, I’m talking to you Senator Sotto). Don’t plan on changing the Internet way of life, ‘coz the Internet will fuck you up if you do. It’s just the way it is, accept it.
So friends, 2013 is just there waiting for us. I plan on changing just the way I am physically, that’s it. Maybe a little fix on some personality kinks, but meh, no one’s complaining. What about you?
I honestly do not know how to start a topic like this because I’m kind of buzzed right now. But worry not, I shall try my best to document & publish these thoughts of mine just for the hell of it. And because I really don’t have shit to do at one in the morning if I ain’t sleepy yet. Man, I shouldn’t be staying up this late. I got a job interview tomorrow. -_-
As a dude, I’m not exactly appealing to the eye, but I’m not that ugly. I’m probably in the borderline of handsome and ugly. Not cute. Probably average. I didn’t really put much effort onto having my Facebook sound or look like a Curriculum Vitae for dating. But I do make it clear of how I determine if I like the girl, and that’s an interesting thing to talk about for this very random post, right?
My principles for dating a woman are as follows:
- Never over or under four (4) years of age gap. Why? I’m 21 years of age, and dating a 16 year old chick isn’t really impressive. As with 26 year old women, they will have demands like getting married, like hinting that they want three kids, like asking why you still live with your parents, etc etc etc. At 21, you’d just want the right kind of gap that is on the very thin line of mature & immature. But of course my friends, there are always exceptions.
- If she doesn’t like my friends, say bye-bye. This is a staple, since I treat my friends as if they’re my second family. If she doesn’t like them for the way they are and thinks they suck to hang out with, then the bitch better be gone before happy hour.
- If she’s a gamer, date her, but if she games more than you, just befriend her. Okay, for some this is a bit ridiculous since I know ever gamer dude wants their gamer chick girlfriend. I mean, who doesn’t? But at this point, you gotta realize that if she games more than me, she’s not going to look like the chick I’ve always imagined. It’s fun to talk to girlfriends about a certain build of a Half-Demon Thief in Neverwinter Nights 2, but if she knows that shit better than you, dude, you either have a geeky girl or a demanding “do-this-do-that-why-the-fuck-did-you-level-that-pathetic-excuse-of-a-skill-that-cost-10-skill-points-you-noob?” kind of girlfriend. I know it doesn’t make sense, but that’s just me.
Those are just some of the three things I usually follow when I plan on dating someone. If it goes two out of three, she’s got to go. In truth though, I’m writing this just to feel good about myself, that I have these things to keep in mind to avoid making mistakes. It keeps me sane that I don’t have to like this 28 year old chick, who bro-zoned me before I could even like her, not that I was planning on liking her but I did and it’s just fucking me up in the brain right now that shit like this could happen. And it didn’t help at all with me dreaming about her for three consecutive nights, it’s just not me, and it’s too cheesy. Ugh. Fuck my life.
It’s 2012, and if you’re above the legal age of drinking in the US, doesn’t it make sense that you should think about that person you know you never had, and possibly, not be able to have in the near future? I’m saying this because you know, the Mayans said that the world will end this year. But ’nuff with all the bullshit these Mayans are saying, let’s get into discussion about the person you never had.
Think about it, it doesn’t necessarily mean that the person you never had was the person you’d want to spend the rest of your life with. It could be a classmate that you thought was just too perfect that time. Or it could be a platonic friend who’s always there for you when you think you’re about take a fall. Or it could be that bartender you always talk to when you’re six drinks in. Say for example, 10 years later, you get to meet this person again after not seeing them for the longest time. Would you still feel the same way that you felt back then? Or are you just going to ruin everything with succumbing to this awkward situation?
See, there’s a big difference between “the one that got away” with “the best you never had”. I’m saying this because it’s two entirely different things.
The one that got away is a person that you had, but never got a chance to spend the rest of your life with even though he or she was supposed to be the one, and still is (or at least the thought of him/her) after all this time. It didn’t necessarily have to end well, just the fact that after all that you two have been through, he/she can still be that one person you end up being with. The best you never had is a person who you never got the chance of having but is still the one in your mind. Both have similarities but should never be handled the same way. I’m not writing this because I want to help you get over that person. I’m writing this to help you figure out what you have, or had, in your life. And I am telling you to not screw it up by screwing your definitions of things.
So an important question comes into play and I would love it if you guys could answer this.
If the time comes that you can have either one of these two people, which one would you choose? The one that got away? Or the best you never had?
You can comment below this post, or you can just tweet me your answer as to which one you’d choose and why. And by God, forgive me, since this is my first time to interact with the readers of my blog. It gets scary, y’know.
At this day and age of the Internet, I’m pretty sure you’re more than aware of the different kind of zones that you are in right now with a certain person of the opposite sex. There’s a lot of it, but really, it all comes down to this one big country called the “Friend-zone”.
Wikipedia defines it like this: In popular culture, the “friend zone” refers to a platonic relationship where one person wishes to enter into a romantic relationship, while the other does not. It is generally considered to be an undesirable situation by the lovelorn person. Once the friend zone is established, it is said to be difficult to move beyond that point in a relationship.
While the Urban Dictionary defines it like this: A state of being where a male inadvertently becomes a ‘platonic friend’ of an attractive female who he was trying to initiate a romantic relationship. Females have been rumored to arrive in the Friend Zone, but reports are unsubstantiated.
Guy: “Well why the fuck did I waste two months on you?”
Now let’s get to know this one district in the Friend-zone called the “Bro-zone”.
Our friend, the Urban Dictionary defines it as:
With that being said, you have to admit that we guys do it too, not as often as women friend-zone us men. But let me tell you this, the Bro Zone has a lot of male residents. And this is just taken purely out of my experience. Let me drop some knowledge.
These girls who put guys in the Bro Zone, they just consider them as “just bros”. Now, Urban Dictionary may think that the Bro Zone is only bad for the women, and it may also think that women would get the bad end of being stuck in it. Not really, if you ask me. Guys eventually see these girls in the Bro Zone as someone really cool, and they might fall for these girls, unless they are exceptionally ugly (just sayin’). Now these girls, when they put a dude in the Bro Zone, that’s it. You can’t do shit, guys. She has already established the fact that you will never be more than a cool brother to her.
The Bro Zone is harsher to us guys than you girls. Why you ask? It’s because no one likes to fuck their brother. Unless you’re into that Game Of Thrones kind of incest, even though you’re not blood related, the thought of it still sucks you in.
Show your intentions for how they really are. Don’t act like you’re bro-ing it out with her, then realize that she’s the one. She might put you in the Bro Zone before you know it. And girls, trust me, you have it easier than us men, you just have to accept that fact that you have boobs. Just sayin’.
I was going to talk about the other zones, but these are the two major ones. Read it, learn to like it.
My hands would be trembling just ‘coz I’m thinking about her, but then again, I can’t stop convincing myself that the feeling I’m feeling for her is a bad idea. Sure, a guy can wait. I’m a testament to that. I’m a very patient guy.
Waiting is something that is often overlooked by the girls we like. The amount of effort needed for that is exponentially larger than having to think about wooing them. Waiting is a natural thing. Thing is, you can only wait for one person too long, you’d start to ignore the time passing by. Quite frankly, you just have to avoid putting her up in that pedestal. You have to avoid decisions like, your world should revolve around her. No, my friend. It’s not like that.
I’m already content with how my life is right now, even though it’s not much if you ask me. I do the things that I love while toning down the stress to a bare minimum. Why would I ruin it with a thing called “relationship”? Well, I’m not. Do you honestly think that I’m doing anything to have a relationship right now? I’m actually doing the opposite if you’re really looking at me.
So sure, sooner or later, I’ll have to pursue her. Why not now, you ask? I don’t know. There’s a lot of things to consider. This isn’t like a high-paying job that I could just take then quit if I don’t feel like working anymore.
Honestly though, if a miracle would happen and she’d like me back, I’d take it. It’s a done deal. But then again, miracles don’t happen. Not that often, to say the least. It’s the main point of waiting. We wait for that girl to love or like you back, but it wouldn’t happen. We guys are obviously afraid of failure, rejection, or even depression. It doesn’t even matter if you could mask what you feel. Taking action is what we need, but we can’t because we know for a fact that there are cons to whatever we want. Wake up though, my friend, every bit of life has its own pros and cons.
I’m in between liking her too much to loving her just right. God knows I wouldn’t want to move a muscle if it means failure on my end. Failure would mean an end to a friendship treasured for years.
I have to admit, I’m guilty of this. But then so is everybody else in the internet. Or in the office. Or in the classroom. To keep it simple, people always have something to say, whether bad or good, they’ll have something to say about something, or someone. It’s been like that ever since Simon Cowell became a judge in American Idol.
People can’t and will not stop. But I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing. Well, it’s not a bad thing entirely. See, it’s constructive if you immediately let that person know if what he/she is doing is bad or good. It gives out an ample room for change. It doesn’t even matter if it isn’t face-to-face, just as long as you tell them directly, and immediately. But nooooooo. Some people just can’t do that. They’d rather talk it out within their circle, and just make the person they’re talking about miserable by making it WAY TOO OBVIOUS that that person is the one they’re talking shit about.
I’d love to drop some names, but a lot of people have advised me not to. Smart move that I’m following their advice. Really smart. So do me a favor here. If you think you’re the person I’m talking about here in my blog, by all means approach me, text me, call me, or even IM me on Facebook. I’ll tell you right away without any bullshit that you’re that person. If you’re not, and you’re curious about it, maybe I’ll tell you the story, maybe I won’t.
So let’s get it on.
We’ve already told that person that what you guys are trying to gossip about, is true. We did not give her the thought that she’s not. Let’s face it. Guys like him. Sure, she likes the attention, but who are you to say that it’s a bad thing? She’s single, and you all know it. Y’all should lay off of her. Insecurity might play a part, but you guys shouldn’t even consider that as a factor, ‘coz for me, this is worse than that.
were are all my friends. I try to think about how it was in the beginning, and it was very promising. We thought it’ll be for the long-run. What the hell happened? Oh wait. I think I know what happened.
Here’s the thing I’ve never changed about myself. I show my shitty-side (the side that I know people would hate regardless of their opinion) immediately. Then if they decide to accept that side, then I’ll know that they’re worth being friends with. What you guys did was to show the nice side first. You just didn’t know that once we find out your bad side, it’s a coin toss.
I learned to accept people for who they really are, regardless of my opinion about them. It’s who they are. And like I said before, who are you to say that it’s a bad thing? That’s how REAL FRIENDSHIP is supposed to be. It’s not about the gadgets. It’s not about who’s prettier. It’s not about who’s better at this or that. It’s not about who’s worse than who. It’s not about expanding your network of friends. It’s about acceptance. It’s about supporting each other. It’s about experiencing the good, the bad, the worst, and the best while having someone there for you without thinking of the outcome of what happened.
But who am I to define what friendship is? I’m just a dude who speaks his mind, and has a lot of enemies because of it.
Bottom-line is, if you don’t like to be friends with one another, then at least shut the fuck up and respect each other. That’s the least you can give without hating. And I say this because I respect y’all even though you’ve been saying a whole lot of shit. That’s just me.