So I watched the film "He's Just Not That Into You" again. I felt like watching a chick flick this morning. Hee. I think anyone can totally relate to this film. It reaches to all sorts of love stories and heartbreak. So anyway, I created 'tumblr-like' photos with my favorite lines, the lines that really 'hit' me.
Yes, no matter how insane it is, we (the women in the world, I myself included) are all guilty of this. We are at some time, at one point a victim of getting ahead of ourselves in a given situation or setup, of assuming something when it's really just false hope or plainly just nothing at all, of being delusional and gaga over the little things that we misinterpret the whole thing itself all because we like or are in love with someone. No matter how we have grown and learned from that very lesson, we still commit that same mistake -- from time to time, that is -- because I think that's how we are, that's how crazy we get when we fall in love and that just goes to show that we badly want our own love story that we can share to our girlfriends, our future kids. Who doesn't, right? Amidst the fact that we risk our hearts out there, our "once-stable" emotional intelligence shrinks a tad or a lot or zaps our rationality out of our brain, we still want that "fairytale happy ending". It really takes a lot for that happy ending and realistically speaking, not all "ending" has to be fairytale-like or what pocketbooks and movies have brainwashed us about.
In terms of my own love affairs, I don't have much to brag about. I don't even have a boyfriend as of the moment and it's been YEARS since the last time I had one. Even I had one before, I never considered it as a serious relationship. All I ever have is "more than my fair share" of inane and sappy love stories that never actually reached its peak or climax or is just plainly unrequited to the point of being pathetic. They ended too soon that they haven't actually started yet. I waited too long, I sacrificed too much that I was just lamentable (Okay, so maybe that was an exaggeration but you get the point.). I was this close to anything exclusive yet for some reason or divine interference (God let it happen when it SHOULD happen), I never got there. Watching this movie made me realize something: I still fall to the same shithole. The shithole of just falling in love the way I love. I may hate myself sometimes for being that way but I don't regret any of it, of falling for that shithole. I don't love perfectly but I love in the best way I can. No matter how I try to deny love or to rationalize why I palpitate or blush, no matter how cynical and cold as I appear to be when it comes to love, at the end of the day the fact remains that I still wear my heart on my sleeve. That's just the way I am and that's just the way it is. Truth be told, at some point, a part of me is still hoping and wishing that one day, all the pain I've been through will be worth it and someone will finally see me as his own exception.
