High school dreams. This is the time when all dreams are sweet and nothing seem can go wrong during this time. True, this is the time when our parents seemed to be controlling everything and we always thought that their actions are wrong all the way. Teenage angst FTW. With our world experience not reaching 20 years plus, we egoistically thought that our actions were right and our way are the best way. How wrong.
My momma always told me to keep my options open when it comes to girls. And I heroically told her that I am not that type of guy that thought girls as options. I am a one woman man kinda guy. Or so it seems. Well, now I know what my momma meant. There are a lot of girls out there. And each are beautiful. And, now I am starting to believe that there is a woman out there perfectly made for me. Now, that’s a surprise. Fate to me is kinda hard to believe, moreover to rely on. Fate is determined by an individual and that’s it. But then, I don’t know. Maybe there is a woman out there made perfectly just for me.
What’s that gotta do with the title above? For early lovebirds out there, I know that once you get in love during schooling time, the world is just an awesome place to live. You started to think that you can survive with your love and just live perfectly happy till one of you return to some lump of dusts. Everywhere you go, the phone won’t budge from your palm and every tone the phone made will quickly silenced by you. Laughs there. You smiled when you read his/her texts and whatever there is. The clothes would be the sharpest out there and your physique will be taken very seriously for your love’s eye candy. What the hell, the eau da parfum you never fond of before will suddenly be your favourite item out there. All you want to do is get married and have sex. Kononnya that is love. You tell everyone bout your boo and even dedicate songs every single day if not hours. Damn. Nobody gets more perfect than your boo and no one touches him or STARE at your boo but you. Your boo is your life and your life’s mate. That’s high school love.
Real life? Very much contrary than what’s above. Real married life is not as happy as you might seem. Bills gotta pay, foods on the table, work and shit. Quoting my pops, ‘You cannot survive on love alone.’ Very true there pops. I know. I worked before. Experiencing money shortage is not what you want to experience. Especially when you drive to work. I did. Your eyes won’t leave the gauge fearing that the fuel would fuck you up. And no money means no date. No date equals what? You get the idea. Again, quoting me pops,
‘find a girl not on her looks, but deep inside. Don’t find girls that loves to shop, love to get over dressed up or too sociable (something like that) or else she’s gotta cost you so much. Find a girl that’s decent on the eyes, not too beautiful yet not too fucked up (again, something like that). Find a girl that respects you, accepts you for who you are and you can have fun with her. ‘
There’s more and I can’t remember ‘em all. He gave me this piece of advice in 2006 or late 2005. I’m not quite sure. That’s why I love that old man. He got tons of advice for his kids and I am damn sure I did not heed most of it. Most but not all. That’s wisdom for ya.
Shit right. Now that I am not in a steady relationship anymore, I felt different. I got to know this one girl and kinda digging her. I knew her for 2 years plus already. She’s just a friend during those years while I am with the no more love. Gotta keep ya options open boy.
Peace!
PS- don’t go too fast or else. There’s nothing there to have fun with.
