"Flings can't accept that they were just that - flings.That though they felt strongly about a person, the person simply didn't reciprocate that feeling (of love?).That though they were serious about another, the other just wasn't serious about it. Kaya nga fling eh. Haha. That though it may go on for quite a while, it was still just a fling."
I was resigned to keep my silence on this one, but a very good friend of mine urged me that it would be good to blog away my thoughts about the topic. I wasn’t exactly convinced that doing so would be a wise thing to do, but since I’ve always found solace in expressing my thoughts by means of writing, then I guess I’ll give in to that mischievous little voice inside me, coaxing me to “blog my thoughts away…”. Deep breath. So here goes…
At more than one too many times in my life, I may have felt similar sentiments towards ‘flings’. In fact, I’ve always been a staunch defender of my girlfriends against those women who… uhmm, how shall I put it… are a little “too” friendly with my friends’ respective beaus. More than loyalty to my girlfriends, I know how it feels like to want to protect the relationship at all cost because, after all, relationships are the sweetest form of ‘investments’. Still, I would always choose my words carefully, something the author of the blog post above might have overlooked. Being a woman myself, I opt not to mock another as much as possible because I believe life (and Karma, for that matter) is so unpredictable that I wouldn’t want to be the victim of my own prejudice in the future.
The blogger who posted those very words could be reading this, and if so then I’d like to congratulate her on being very true about her feelings towards ‘flings’. In fact, her very words say a lot about how LOW one’s character can go brought about by lies (really BIG ones!), jealousy, insecurity, and extreme paranoia. (Dear, go get some psycho therapy because really, you’re getting way too bouncy and wackee for your tender age of 24.) Is it worth any angst? Nah. She’s just never gonna be worth it. Not quite. =)
Close friends might question me on the entirety of the story, since it’s quite obvious that there is a much bigger picture behind all these, reading between the lines. But I vowed that this will be the LAST time I’m going to talk about this. Life is good – everyday there are things (and people) to smile about, plus my conscience is clear because in everything I do (especially in love), I do it in good faith.
I was resigned to keep my silence on this one, but a very good friend of mine urged me that it would be good to blog away my thoughts about the topic. I wasn’t exactly convinced that doing so would be a wise thing to do, but since I’ve always found solace in expressing my thoughts by means of writing, then I guess I’ll give in to that mischievous little voice inside me, coaxing me to “blog my thoughts away…”. Deep breath. So here goes…
At more than one too many times in my life, I may have felt similar sentiments towards ‘flings’. In fact, I’ve always been a staunch defender of my girlfriends against those women who… uhmm, how shall I put it… are a little “too” friendly with my friends’ respective beaus. More than loyalty to my girlfriends, I know how it feels like to want to protect the relationship at all cost because, after all, relationships are the sweetest form of ‘investments’. Still, I would always choose my words carefully, something the author of the blog post above might have overlooked. Being a woman myself, I opt not to mock another as much as possible because I believe life (and Karma, for that matter) is so unpredictable that I wouldn’t want to be the victim of my own prejudice in the future.
The blogger who posted those very words could be reading this, and if so then I’d like to congratulate her on being very true about her feelings towards ‘flings’. In fact, her very words say a lot about how LOW one’s character can go brought about by lies (really BIG ones!), jealousy, insecurity, and extreme paranoia. (Dear, go get some psycho therapy because really, you’re getting way too bouncy and wackee for your tender age of 24.) Is it worth any angst? Nah. She’s just never gonna be worth it. Not quite. =)
Close friends might question me on the entirety of the story, since it’s quite obvious that there is a much bigger picture behind all these, reading between the lines. But I vowed that this will be the LAST time I’m going to talk about this. Life is good – everyday there are things (and people) to smile about, plus my conscience is clear because in everything I do (especially in love), I do it in good faith.
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