Silly Patterns
It has been five years since I have not been attached with someone and as the years pass, my solitude is slowly building up walls of comfort that I don’t recognize what is right from wrong. The state of comfort has thickened my walls, windows have been shut and the door tightly locked. I’ve been very content in enjoying the company of family, bradas and sistahs, plus the perks of having my regular booty calls. I have lost the need to be romantically attached.
I admit that when I see Jake Mac and Francis giggling at each other or Joshua packing his bag to start a new life in Germany with his new partner, the chills of emptiness creep on me.
I will be selling myself short to be with someone just for the sake of having a partner. Ergo, I have been silly not to allow myself to open and stick my neck out.
My parents told me once that it’s okay to commit mistakes but committing the same mistake is already being stupid. I remember grieving the loss of my pet dog when I was ten. Before that, my mother adamantly discouraged me never to be attached to any pet, thing, or person. She said, “lf you lose them, you will be hurt.”
These thoughts haunted and shaped my character and for that reason, it has been a challenge for me to open myself up.
Now, tell me, is it silly to avoid the same mistake?
I draw contentment and comfort from my brada, Jake Macapagal:
And having a wicked time with my sistahs at the Motorola-Shu-Globe Evolution party:
