Have you ever been in a position where someone is getting overly aggressive in a relationship?
Hmm.. Wow. I have been in this situation loads of times. I don't know why, but I have been on the receiving end of some extremely stupid marriage proposals. Ever since I was 14 or something, guys have been asking for my hand in marriage and it's extremely stupid because some of them were old enough to be my dads! A lot of boyfriends And shouldn't it be the girls thinking of marriage, not guys? But maybe that's just me being overly stereotypical. But those are extreme. There are some guys who just won't let go no matter how hard you try to push them away. My ex from when I was in UPM used to badger me all the time when we broke up about how I made a mistake dumping him blah blah blah. Then just recently, a prof of mine there at DLSC stalked me non-stop! Wouldn't stop texting me and saying that we should be in a relationship! He still bugs me up to now. Pft.
Would you marry someone your parents adore, but you don't love?
No, I wouldn't. I mean, since when have a listened to what my mom thinks? She just says that so long as I'm happy and so-and-so treats me well. So she sort of trusts my judgment of people, not make the mistakes a lot of people make in getting married. I mean, it's a forever thing, so get it right! Mom just says that my taste in guys means somebody who either looks gay or is downright ugly. Evil! But she would never force me to do something that will make me miserable.
On a happier note, marriage has never been on my list of things to do. I've always said that I was never a family-oriented person. I love my family (mom, uncle, aunt) but a family of my own is out of the question. I have a very short fuse and commitment issues, so yeah. Plus I have ideals about the world I bring kids into. Mom keeps saying I'll change my mind, but whatever. It's way in the future.
well, it's more of a picture than an infograph.. but i thought it would be hella funny if i put the men's names in a flower, seeing as it's two things on different sides of the spectrum.. :)) i chose 6 characteristics to describe the men (PLAYER/PLAYBOY; STOIC; MODERN; OLD-FASHIONED; DREAMER; WEIRD for lack of a better word).. i suppose it's self-explanatory..
being a girl is awesome when you think about it. first of all: WE CAN WEAR SKIRTS! better/more choices for clothes. second: we can endure a lot of pain! think about it. we have dysmenorrhea every damn month, and we give birth (which from the sound of it sounds like crapping bricks). third: we can show our emotions; wear our hearts on our sleeveswithout being called weaklings. fourth: yeah, we chicks may take ages to bond because of 'inggit', but when we do, it's BFFs! at least it's never a 'put it on the table and measure' sort of friendship...
of course, being this awesome has drawbacks... let me enumerate..
WE ARE CONSIDERED 2ND CLASS.
i remember how when i stayed at a hotel in manila with my mom, the dude at the front desk thought we were prostitutes! he didn't think we were paying customers! that was during the orientation at UPM, see.. 2 or 3 days straight, so instead of going home, we just found a hotel.
not only that, but men think they are better than us! like when you're out driving, and there's this crappy driver. they're gonna go "oh, that's a chick driver!" what the hell?? there are loads of crappy male drivers out there too! my mom even drives like a dude! (NOTE: i say this too, sometimes.. :)) i'm such a hypocrite!)
WE ARE FOREVER HARASSED BY DESPERATE MEN.
the lookers are always victims of this.. this has happened to me loads of times! like when i commute, the dude next to me presses up real close and tries to cop a feel of my boobs. usually, i just put my bag between us. but on a bad day, i will cuss at the guy until he gets off or i get off. and i know a lot of choice curse words! that's the extreme side of it.. sometimes they stare you like they're mentally taking your clothes off.. and it's creepy as hell! then his girlfriend starts trying to pick a fight with you for having a go at her man, but you're just standing there minding your own business and her man just decides to be a total creep and chat you up. tsk! (NOTE: why do women fight amongst themselves because of a dude??)
WE ARE SEEN AS WEAK AND INCAPABLE OF ANYTHING.
okay.. in short.. dude, it's nice that you open the doors for me and carry my crap for me, but i can do that shit for myself! thank you very much! i mean, i see a lot of women who depend on dudes for everything... i dunno... like the girl asks her bf to do her homework for her (and he does it!). i just can't respect that.. i'm all for empowerment of women!
WE ARE EXPECTED TO BE TAME AND OBEDIENT.
uh, i'm not a dog. why should i follow what a man has to say? if i wanna do this, then let me! if you want to do this for you, do it yourself! i mean, i'm patient, but i have a limit. if i know i'm right, then i argue about it. i can't just be expected to sit down and agree with a dude. this is why a lot of people don't like me. but hey, i wasn't raised like a filipino chick. so sue me! it's the 21st century! women should be able to think for themselves! so long as it doesn't get us in any sticky situations, then go for it!
WE ARE ALWAYS PERCEIVED AS VICTIMS.
okay.. mom never let me go anywhere because she thinks that i could get raped at any second. dudes get raped just like women do.. at least we don't get butt-raped like the guys do.. same thing with jerks teasing us at school. they tease us and expect us to cry, but i'm not a cry baby. i was the girl who never backed down from a fight. dude punched me in the stomach, i broke his nose.. things like that..
guys always think that we are the more fickle sex. they believe that they are better than us in loads of ways. they make us believe that we are inferior. they sometimes see us only as objects of lust, but we're people with feelings too. just because we're bubbly and wear sometimes-slutty outfits (ehem), it doesn't mean that we are airheaded dumbasses who can be manipulated and used.
i dunno. when i was thinking about who to be earlier in class, i can't think of one specific person. i don't know why.
but here's one life i would be so glad to live:
~i'm rolling in dough (like i could wipe my ass with it!) :))
~i have more friends that last forever!
~You-Know-Who knows who i am, and appreciates my presence in the world </3 :( ==>voldemort!!!!!
~i have an older brother (i just want one!)
~I HAVE BOTH PARENTS
but even if those things were want i sort of want, especially the last one, i'm happy to say that i'm relatively happy with my life as of now. i can't complain really. i'm going to school (which is saying a lot). i have decent grades and i'm still in the running for cum laude. i have an awesome mother who puts up with all my crap. i have aunts and uncles who have my best interests at heart. i eat 3 times a day. i have all the physical comforts of everyday life.
so yeah.. just nobody in particular on mind, but my current life with those 5 things i mentioned, that's it. i'm happy.
"Moving in here was the best decision we ever made," I remember telling him ever since we decided to take up residence in this quaint little cottage.
"Closer to work," he would always grunt in return.
But one must admit, life in this little suburbia gets dull after a while. I'm a housewife: my job description involves keeping the house in order and making sure my husband stays happy. Who is my husband, you ask? He is a doctor or mathematics at the university, the object of nightmares of many of his students, object of lust to his female colleagues. Oh yes, I have noticed the seductive stares they have spared in his direction on the occasions that I go to his office. But he is mine, so no worries there.
One breezy day, while I was pruning the garden, the next door neighbor came to visit and offered some cheese. I greeted her with indifference since I knew she was one of the women who have been panting over my man (her husband is also a professor of sorts at the university). She was trying to get into my good graces, I know, but I must remain stoic.
Trudging about in the garden, I was in a very bad mood. I decided to go out and have a few drinks with some female friends. I got dressed and took the car (without my dear husband's permission of course).
A day out with friends did help improve my mood somewhat (that treacherous little b****, trying to catch my hubby's attention!).A few drinks, a bit of shopping, and loads of laughs later, I find myself standing in front of our house. As I pushed the door open, I realized something was wrong. The curtains were drawn tightly shut over the windows, which I normally kept open. There was a bit of a mess in the kitchen: the tablecloth was half hanging off the dining table, the placemats were strewn on the floor, the chairs not in their usual position tucked under the table. Instinctively, I crept down the hall to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I heard the woman next door moaning and begging my husband for more.
I slammed the door open, catching them offguard. I went to the dresser to take my earrings and necklace off and place them in the little jewelry box my husband gave to me on our last anniversary.
"Honey, this isn't what it looks like!" my husband said, trying to get up from the awkward position he was in.
"I'm not stupid dear. This is exactly what it looks like."
I walked calmly out the door and to the living room. My piano sat in a corner next to the window, and it is here that I decided to go. I sat down on the bench and started to play the Marriage of Figaro.
I looked out the window, across the lawn and into the treacherous adulterer's house. Her husband was clearly visible through their living room window. Indeed, moving here was the best decision we ever made.
