It’s that time of the month again. No, my menses are not here yet but the occassional mood swings that occur before it decides to come for its monthly visits are here to stay for the next couple of days. In fact, I’d been having mood swings for the past few days or so.Having mood swings are one of the worst feelings ever to befall a woman. I know, men out there will definitely argue that women in general are always prone to mood swings with no logical explanation whatsoever due to our hormones. Pfft! Hormones! That’s the only thing men could think of when they have no idea how to deal with us! =.=
Anyway, with my being unable to control my mood swings, I’d subjected myself to watching endless episodes of animes – some directly streamed from the Internet, some copied from friends. The thing I hate most about watching animes online is how absorbed I get with a particular anime only to find out later that I can’t continue watching it directly from the Net cause nobody has uploaded it yet! It sounds very demanding and absolutely ridiculous coming from a freeloader like myself but I just can’t help it! Try putting yourself in my shoes; you’ve been watching episode after episode after episode of an anime for a few hours straight knowing that you’re going to find out the conclusion of the anime when (drum rolls please) you find out that the last few episodes of it are not available online for some unknown reason! So what does a girl have to do? I can’t just abandon it just like that. I’m a series fanatic (even if it’s just anime). I need to know the conclusion of it! Thus, I start searching for sites where I get to download them for free, just to fulfil the fanatic part of me.
While I was waiting for the downloads to complete, I realised that I haven’t done any housekeeping on my notebook for quite a while. That explains the long awaiting time whenever I get it started. There I was, going patiently from harddisk space to folders to files, when I chance upon some long forgotten notes/emails that I’d saved in notepad form. It was some emails that I’d saved when K had first written to me and the reply I’d written back to her. For those of you in the dark, K was one of the last few girls the ex had cheated with on me before I ended the nightmare of a relationship with him. To feed those full of curiousity, feel free to read some posts I’d written in my old blog here, here and here.
Alright, I know I’ve been diverting way, WAY out of what I initially have in mind. It’s all leading to the topic of this post: what was the short reminiscence about? Reading those emails, both from K to me and vice versa, had reignite some memories in me. Memories that I’d long forgotten. Memories that were buried somewhere deep within my mind because there were bad memories. There’s a saying, “Remember the good, forget the bad”. I guess I’d subconsicously did that as I continue my life going with the flow that surrounds me. Yet, those bad memories, they were the ones who made me who I am today in the aspects of relationship. Frankly, I’d dated a really sweet man, a man which is the extreme opposite of the ex for a year. However, things ended because it was not only a long distance relationship, I guess I was also holding back a part of me for the fear of hurt again. I admit that perhaps, I may not have invested myself 100% emotionally into this sweet man and I regret and am feeling quite guilty because he had done so many things to try to make me happy – giving me surprises despite the distance, sending me flowers, etc.
I was such a trusting person in the past. I was so naive in so many ways. I’d readily give up anything just to make the ex happy. My world practically revolves around him in the past. Compare the old me with the present me now. I no longer trust a man that easily anymore. I’m no longer that naive (still am naive in certain things though
). I’ve become more selfish these days; I try to put my happiness first before making another person happy (in terms of relationship). In short, I’ve more or less become a cynic in terms of a relationship. Sometimes I just wonder if things will be so much better for me if I were still completely ignorant about the ex’s affairs behind my back. I wouldn’t be as cynical as I am now. I used to have so much faith and hope in love. Now, I question the reasons a man would want to love or fall in love with me. Going through the hurt, the painful lesson of the past was a way of growing up, of becoming more mature person and possibly, being more useful to the world. Yet, I sometimes yearned for those blissfully ignorant days of the past. The days where I don’t end up having sleepless nights and headaches worrying about 1001 what-ifs. The days where everything is really just that simple as it is. The days where I still believe in true love, in happily ever afters, in Prince Charming. The days where I’m not a cynic.
*sigh*
I miss those days. I truly do. Yet, life goes on and we have to continue moving forward no? Nobody’s ever moved backwards (except for a few certain gorillas as aptly described by Fishtail). So here I am, a simple pig, albeit being quite a cynical pig at times, going through the motions of life as God wants me to. Or so I hope that’s what He wants and had in mind for me. There I go again, being a cynic. Or a pessismist. Or however you want to see me as. Well, I better stop here before I come up with further contracdictions.
*palms to forehead*