Haven't blogged for a couple of days because the torrent of thoughts and feelings that run rampant around my mind, in and out of my heart are just too much to put into words.
Essentially, the emotional rollercoaster ride is a rough ride. More so than usual, so much so that they were beyond writing as catharsis. But nevermind, obviously I'm writing now... In summary:
When you're feeling, don't think. The more you think, the worse reality appears.
Also thought about my ex. Not the fling but the nice guy who didn't work out. Even though I complain and bitch about him a lot, I think he has set a high standard for the people to come. Shall refrain going into details too much lest some people think I'm still not over him (which I am, I'm sure). But the point is, if not for the huge personality mismatch and his absolute-clam way of communication, he would have been perfect for/to me. In the sense that I am full of shit and his tolerance of shit is quite high.
Guess time does have a way of making things seem rosier...
On what basis am I saying this? Firstly, coz he's now with this very sweet girl and I am vehemently against any form of 3rd partying. Secondly, I am perfectly sure that Mao (that's the ex) and I can never ever in a thousand years get back together again. Therefore, I can say whatever I want. =)
Ya, the point is that when you talk to young women who appear to be independent, modern and assertive about their ideal man, chances are, they want someone to "take care of them". Which is bloody ironic since we (I use 'we' because I belong to this group as well) are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves and other people. But somehow, social conditioning has it that we look for a "sense of security".
My take on it is that I'm too tired of playing superwoman in my regular life. So when I'm with someone, I wanna be with someone strong who can handle our relationship. So that I can just go protected under the huge span of his wings. So that I can rely on that someone to carry me through my unreasonable outbursts.
Speaking of which, many guys (you know who you are... won't name u in case I paiseh ur gf) have complained to me before about their girlfriends' "unreasonable outbursts". Lemme tell you, it's normal. All girls do it (trust me, I have girl friends too), it's just a matter of whether they deny doing it. In my feminine opinion, usually the issue she is bursting about is a mask for her inherent insecurity. So... when faced with an unreasonable situation, just reassure, reassure and reassure.
Unless of course there's some serious issue. Then talk it out, gently please. And if need be, let her rave and rant. Chances are, if she's not truly unreasonable, she'll be embarrassed at the end of it and apologize. Then, you'll come out smelling like a rose! But if she's not, then... erm... good luck and get your eyesight checked. Haha!
That's me! Eternally advocator of SDU... Dispenser of good advice... Great joy in seeing people happily together... the whole works...
As long as it doesn't directly concern me. Then all of it screws up.
Hah!
Strangely deja vu... like "Hitch".
(great pak-tor i.e. dating movie by the way. Go catch it and hold hands!!!)
Essentially, the emotional rollercoaster ride is a rough ride. More so than usual, so much so that they were beyond writing as catharsis. But nevermind, obviously I'm writing now... In summary:
When you're feeling, don't think. The more you think, the worse reality appears.
Also thought about my ex. Not the fling but the nice guy who didn't work out. Even though I complain and bitch about him a lot, I think he has set a high standard for the people to come. Shall refrain going into details too much lest some people think I'm still not over him (which I am, I'm sure). But the point is, if not for the huge personality mismatch and his absolute-clam way of communication, he would have been perfect for/to me. In the sense that I am full of shit and his tolerance of shit is quite high.
Guess time does have a way of making things seem rosier...
On what basis am I saying this? Firstly, coz he's now with this very sweet girl and I am vehemently against any form of 3rd partying. Secondly, I am perfectly sure that Mao (that's the ex) and I can never ever in a thousand years get back together again. Therefore, I can say whatever I want. =)
Ya, the point is that when you talk to young women who appear to be independent, modern and assertive about their ideal man, chances are, they want someone to "take care of them". Which is bloody ironic since we (I use 'we' because I belong to this group as well) are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves and other people. But somehow, social conditioning has it that we look for a "sense of security".
My take on it is that I'm too tired of playing superwoman in my regular life. So when I'm with someone, I wanna be with someone strong who can handle our relationship. So that I can just go protected under the huge span of his wings. So that I can rely on that someone to carry me through my unreasonable outbursts.
Speaking of which, many guys (you know who you are... won't name u in case I paiseh ur gf) have complained to me before about their girlfriends' "unreasonable outbursts". Lemme tell you, it's normal. All girls do it (trust me, I have girl friends too), it's just a matter of whether they deny doing it. In my feminine opinion, usually the issue she is bursting about is a mask for her inherent insecurity. So... when faced with an unreasonable situation, just reassure, reassure and reassure.
Unless of course there's some serious issue. Then talk it out, gently please. And if need be, let her rave and rant. Chances are, if she's not truly unreasonable, she'll be embarrassed at the end of it and apologize. Then, you'll come out smelling like a rose! But if she's not, then... erm... good luck and get your eyesight checked. Haha!
That's me! Eternally advocator of SDU... Dispenser of good advice... Great joy in seeing people happily together... the whole works...
As long as it doesn't directly concern me. Then all of it screws up.
Hah!
Strangely deja vu... like "Hitch".
(great pak-tor i.e. dating movie by the way. Go catch it and hold hands!!!)
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 13, 2005 |
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