Love isn’t blind. I guess you would agree with me on that. It actually sees the flaws and the shortcomings, but it doesn’t mind..
Actually, we mind, but at the back of our minds, we have this wish that someday, somehow, the person we love would change, probably for us, for himself, or even for someone else. And when he doesn’t, we feel hurt, frustrated and sometimes betrayed. We keep thinking that ‘if he really loves me, he would do this or he wouldn’t do that…’
More often than not, the person doesn’t change, wouldn’t change or wouldn’t want to change, whatever the case may be. Once I asked a cousin if she knew that her husband was overly jealous before they got married, she said yes. Then, I asked a friend if she knew that her husband was pushy before they got married and she said yes, as well. So, if they knew it right from the start, why are they complaining now?
My cousin got separated from her husband 5 years ago, and my friend has not been living with her husband for 3 years now. I could say I wasn’t surprised with the turn of events, and though I’m definitely not happy about it, I was actually kind of expecting it.
Sad, isn’t it?
My friend Sheila* is a very kind girl. She may look tough in the outside with her booming laugh and outspoken tongue but she is soft hearted and generous. She is the only person I know who never, as in never, nurse grudges against anyone.
So, when I learned that she was in a relationship with Matt* I felt.. worried. Well, Matt is actually nice, very quiet and polite. But he has a tendency to be touchy and consequently rude. He gets mad at Sheila when she said something, she thought totally inoffensive, but actually offensive to Matt. He takes almost everything negatively and puts words into Sheila’s mouth which usually starts a fight between them. When he is not in the mood, he wouldn’t send Sheila a single text message for a week and wouldn’t offer any explanation for his behavior but would get mad at Sheila when she doesn’t reply right away to his message.
Sheila is not suppose to point out his shortcomings otherwise he would get deeply offended and would say something harsh to her, apparently to hurt her. Time and time again, I told Sheila that Matt isn’t worthy of her but she would brush me off and would simply say she’s used to Matt by now.
I don’t know how she manages to be so forgiving though she said something that I could not forget. She said that she’s aware of Matt’s flaws but between losing Matt altogether and accepting his flaws, the latter is the one she could live with.
I just wish, for her sake, that she is happy with the way things are..
*not real names
As I have mentioned time and time again in all of my blogs, I learned to play the guitar when I was 13 years old and though I didn’t play as well as my brother did and still does, I enjoyed playing and I guess that’s what really matters.
Hoping that my own kids have the same inclination to music, I bought a guitar for them to use. Well, admittedly it isn’t an exceptionally good one but would do for practices. The one I had way back was much better. It was a Gibson hand-me-down guitar from my uncle. Obviously, the brand itself spoke for the quality of the instrument. It was one very good guitar and I loved it.
I’m actually thinking of getting a new one, probably a gibson l-5 at guitar center, BUT ONLY if any of my kids takes playing guitar seriously
I think I was 16 at the time. I was a cute little thing with bright and curious eyes and infectious laugh, or so they say.
Anyway, I was invited to a dance on the eve of a wedding. Well, the groom was a brother of my soon-to-be boyfriend so, I was somehow a, I don’t know, waited-upon guest, I can’t say honored because I didn’t feel honorable at the time.
Perhaps because of my being from another place, every guy wanted to dance with me and I felt too shy to turn anyone down. My soon-to-be-boyfriend just watched over throwing occasional winks at me. Was he having fun at my expense?
Then, I saw him, the cutest guy in the dance (aside from my date of course). I’ve noticed him before but I didn’t see him on the dance floor.. yet. I was too absorbed with him I nearly failed to hear what my partner was saying. It seems like somebody asked him to get my name. Well, sure, I told him my name and he politely led me back to my seat. Then, the lights went out save for the blue and red. Then, Enchanted Melody (the most popular song at the time because of the recently shown movie, Ghost) was played. Then, he, the cute guy himself stepped out and walked towards me. As he gently swept me into the dance floor, I could barely hear the announcer saying that this particular song was requested by the youngest brother of the groom who was studying in the city and came home for the wedding. It was a number played especially for us.
What? Brother? No… This can’t be happening..
But it was.
Cute guy introduced himself to me and started asking me questions about myself. He also told me that he was the one who asked someone else to dance with me to get my name. As if on cue, my date materialized beside us, smiled warmly and spoke..
“Tol, kilala mo na pala ang pinaka espesyal na babae sa buhay ko..” (So, brother, I think you’ve met the most special girl in my life).
It didn’t take long for comprehension to register on the cute guy’s face. Then, he looked at his older brother with reverence, at me with admiration and unspoken regret before he willingly turned me over to my date. My date never left my side since then and I never saw cute guy again, ever.
That was 22 years ago..
I’ve always worn my hair straight and long. Though there was one particular time when I had my hair curled up and then had it straightened again after less than a year. As for having short hair, the shortest I had was one length up to my ear which was for me really really short. I always have it shoulder-length, though lately, I prefer to have it as long as I could stand.
For one, short hair emphasizes my big round face and two, I think I look like a respectable matron more with my long straight hair than if I have it short. That doesn’t necessarily have to be true of course, I just feel that way.
So, cutting my hair is out of the question. Now, if I want a new look, just in case, I would check out one of those ultimate looks wigs and I would probably choose a really short one, lol!
Photo taken and owned by Charles Fredeluces Mundo
“If life is the choices we make, then too much of life is spent bemoaning those choices. Too much time is wasted on regret. We can do nothing with the past but acknowledge and accept it. It is over. Done with. It is gone.”
-Grand Avenue, Joy Fielding
Yes, it is. Not only do I feel it but I also see it. How is that, huh? You see, my kids do not cover themselves when they sleep. They normally wear shorts and sleeveless shirts. But now, they go to bed in jammies. I, myself, sleep under the blanket lately.
But if it gets cold in this tropical country, how much colder would it get in countries with winter season? Now, that sounds uncomfortable. So, I guess it’s time to get a seat warmer.
I would love to snuggle on this comfortable chair with a heated cover. It sure is a very cozy spot to read books. I don’t know about you, but if we can’t beat the cold, then, we should just find a way to live with it and enjoy it.