Sunday, December 30, 2007

On Friends and Masks

If there’s one thing I learned about forming relationships,
it’s that some can be very fruitful, while some others I’d rather do without.



Every relationship I’ve formed has a ripple effect in my
life; for some reason, it affects the way I think, feel and cope throughout the
day.



The one thing that really bothers me is that I’ve been
wearing a mask, a lot of different masks to be precise; and I’m finding it hard
to tell people this is the way I really feel because for some impertinent
reason, they don’t believe the truth when it’s staring at them in the
face. So I find myself disappointed,
hurt and confused. The very reason why I’m
typing this is because I just walked out on them having a good time.



I have begun to doubt the things that I once so fervently
believed, and now I’m a broken shattered man. I can’t find my center, trying to balance on a log at a raging
river. I really thought that I had shown
people the real me, but it turns out I’ve compromised myself for the sake of
getting along with people. The people I
spend my time with, are not bad people at all; they’re actually quite
nice. The only thing that’s stopping me
from finding a new set of friends is the fear of not being able to find people
who can really understand me, and I feel that I am partly to blame for them not
understanding me.



People often can’t connect with me because of the way I
think. They usually say “nosebleed” – a
local term that means the person saying it doesn’t understand, like what I just
said was way above their level of thinking. Should it be my fault that I’m an active thinker, filled with ideas?



When I do try to level with them, I find myself thinking, “this
isn’t me at all”, and I usually just end up getting hurt because they get too
comfortable. Is this even rational or am
I just having pride issues?

Ten Reasons Why I Should Not Procrastinate

1.

Soy, you're just being emotional...

"Soy, imong lolo(or some family member)... <insert offensive comment here>"



"Soy, musta naman tong imong <insert queer/freaky or some totally bizarre way to call my love interest>? <insert offensive comment here about how I lack 'skills' when it comes to love>"



"Soy, musta naman ang imong <insert secret>(what the--!)"



So I'm like, there are some jokes I can take, and some jokes I totally find offensive; and I can only take so much.



How
many times do I have to repeat myself just to get through their thick
skulls that there are some skeletons in my closet that I can't just
show to everyone?  I mean, they already know that I take offense to
such remarks, do I have to show them my bleeding Fing heart; and this
happens like once a week?



You might be thinking, I must be
sensitive--duh!  Implausible as it may sound, I have a life filled with
mostly disappointments and hurt; so yeah, I'm pretty sensitive.



Maybe I should find new people to hang out with. Sheesh.