Guidelines on Chasing Airplanes, Cars, Muses, and Women Too Aloof

[This is an old post from my Facebook notes posted on May 11, 2011]

This is what you can call the exploits of a hopeless romantic; who, at times, is not so hopeless.

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Enter: me.

Yes, me.

Or for all intensive purposes, since you're reading this, Kit.

These are rules inspired by the random videos that I've seen, the ones that were shown to me by Bones today, and all the fucked up things that happened, which I bet was not limited only to me.

I know someone will laugh when I say that I've only loved four girls/ladies/women in my life.

Or maybe [pronoun] wouldn't. [pronoun] won't see this anyway.

These four would be:

The Queen,

The Princess,

The Fairy,

and The Lady.

Rule 1: Maybe they're just too nice -- Don't fall for/like [pronoun] too much.

Just becase you like the person, it doesn't mean that whatever that person has done towards or for you means that he/she likes you back.

The Queen was someone I met in the younger years of my life. No, not grade school young. She was, in every sense, my first and last case of love at first sight. My heart used to go haywire everytime I saw her.

Used to.

She cared for me like no other person ever had since I met her; and she'd fuss over things that only mothers probably would -- It came to a point that she even almost forbade me to ride a skateboard.

As the rule states, I assumed that she looked at me the same way as I did to her; after all those notes exchanged, those phonecalls that never seemed to have ended, the nightmares that she had, the promises that we made but never kept, and the hopes that I had that were, as it turned out, all for naught.

In the end, I realized that she was just being nice. And that she couldn't tell it to me, who seemed like her bestfriend, in fear of tearing me apart -- which led to me being torn apart a tad too many times.

It was all because I didn't follow..

Rule 2: Do not assume; Do not expect.

When two people say "I Love You" to each other, it means they have a relationship, correct?

Fuck no.

Well, The Queen and I used to say those words to each other. I said it from the depths of my heart, where hers came from is beyond me.

Rule 3: The line is there, you just don't see it.

I've come up with a little thing that I call the Tri-Boundaries of Relationships.

The first boundary is the Acquaintance boundary. As in, you just know that person. You've nothing to do with them at all, except for social and educational dealings. No problem here.

The second boundary is the Relationship Potential boundary. When you find yourself looking at someone you've looked at so many times in a different way, you're probably here. It's when you check out a person if [pronoun] suits your fancy or if you're willing to conform to [pronoun].

The third boundary is the Sibling boundary, wherein you guys just can't go there anymore. You're past the point to have any attraction between you.

Shitstorms usually come when you're in between the second and third boundary. You're often stuck to yourself wondering where you really are, or if that person looks at you as someone on their second boundary zone.

I found myself in these shitstorms with The Queen, The Fairy, and The L-- well, not so much.

Rule 4: [Pronoun] has no right, You have no right.

Face it. You like [pronoun]. And [pronoun] probably likes you too. But then, there can also be other parties involved in your blossoming relationship. The fucked up things in these situations spring out when you have a fit with [pronoun]. You more or less tend to veer off your path and look for someone else -- [pronoun] is also entitled to do the same. But you know what you can't do?

You can't be jealous.

Heh. Sucks, right? Well deal with it. You don't have any right to be jealous, and [pronoun] has no right to be jealous unless you either give [pronoun] the right to be, or you have some form of twisted agreement, which is, seriously, a relationship already. I mean, who the fuck are you kidding.

I remember the times I had with The Princess, when she and I had a fight when we weren't together yet; I ended up going out with this freshman in my team. Which was short-lived.

Rule 5: 1x, 2x, 3x, 4-- WTF.

A song from Forever the Sickest Kids says that 'She's a lady, and ladies' shouldn't be messed with'. I should've listened to Jonathan Cook when he said that. The Lady was not someone I messed with. She was, after all, my first attempt to have a relationship after I switched schools.

Obviously, she and I had our differences. I was... well. I lived a different life.WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY more different than what lives her friends lead.

I tried to conform though.

Tried.

One thing led to another, and soon enough, after all the cheesy lines, surprises, and glances followed by smiles that could probably beat Joker's, we had a fight an arguement. Well, more like a fight.

After that fight, things cooled down. In what seemed like no time, we were back with what we were, only that things were kind of... awkward.

Long story short, since then, everything went downhill. I probably should've done more than I did, but meh, there are times when you really doubt yourself whether or not what you're doing is even getting through to the person you like (or in my case, love. Yeah, stupid me.) I tried to patch things up and get things right back on track, but after three tries, I felt like what I was doing was too much.

It was just all me from then. I couldn't get to her.

So I left. I gave up. I moved on.

Sort of.

Rule 6: Denial is not only a river in Egypt

There comes a time when you're not so into that person anymore.

And yet, you still are.

Fucked up, yeah?

Nope, not so much.

It's you, not [pronoun]. If you've fallen, or if you feel like it's something more than a crush, FOR FUCK'S SAKE DON'T PRETEND THAT IT'S NOT THERE. Same goes when you're not so interested with that person, too.

Rule 7: There are more Airplanes, Cars, Muses, and Women (or Men) Too Aloof out there. Go get 'em, tiger.

'Nuff said.

Like my beloved Pancakes has told me time and time again, there's no point getting stuck on someone for too long.

You can drink like an Irish man, smoke like there's no tomorrow, get fucked up like the rapture's near (like fuck it is.), but get over the person. It's a wide world out there, and you never really know who you'll meet or end up with in these lives that we're living in.

So yeah. 

Go get 'em, Tiger.