Pimples
Sunday, November 26th, 2006A good gal pal and I were having a chat, basking in the sun like the slothful creatures we are. Inevitably, the topic of men and their wandering eyes came up. She’s in a new and exciting relationship with a guy who’s pretty famous and with that- the girls who surround him. Gorgeous, hot women with legs-up-to-there types. A creature of great self confidence, she says nonchalantly "If he wants to cheat, what can I do about it right?" Knowing her, if he did decide to do so, she’ll probably make curry puffs out of his gonads.
I wish I had that kind of confidence when I was younger, and in circumstances when I was racked with intense paranoia and self-doubt. All that suspicion and endless need to FIND.OUT.WHAT.WAS.GOING.ON!?!?! All those sleepless nights and driving myself gila. But being young and foolish, all I could do was stay silent and miserable. I did not know how to communicate my honest feelings and was afraid of creating a possibly nasty confrontation with possibly dreadful consequences. Looking back, it was so simple. It is basically like a pimple. Once you get brave enough to pop the little sucker, the pain would be gone. Sure, you’ll bleed like hell but at least the healing process could start.
I guess I am more philosophical (or is it jaded?) now. Be brave enough to speak up if your intuition is attempting to communicate with your brain. Nothing is ever absolutely certain. In this time and age, both men and women are exposed to more temptations via the indistinct forces of globalization. We are able to meet so many people now, whether it be through the Internet or the increasing capacity of borderless journeys.
I read somewhere from a wise blogger who wrote ‘Women always know if you fall in love with someone else. And often times, they know even before you do. It’s in the tone of your voice and the things you don’t say. And women, know that your instincts are always right. In a cruel twist of nature, the reason you possess that clarity is because you love him down to your bones. And it will break your heart. It will seize you with fear before you understand why you are frightened.’
And with age, comes wisdom and the courage to do something about it.
