
“Okay Fazri, you have to realize something. You are an interesting person, with lots of interests. If people are gonna get along with you, they’re gonna have to want to listen to your stories.”
That’s what she told me. Yeah, I guess she’s right - at least the part about people having to want to listen to my stories to get along with me. I know that, I’ve done that many times, I’ve gotten along with many people just fine with my stories.
I guess the real problem here is the lack of a drive.
“Oh, come on. You’re telling me you don’t have a crush on anyone? At all?”
Sure I do. It’s hard to not have a crush on someone when your classmates are made of nubile and pretty-looking sweet young things. I just… couldn’t bring myself to throw myself at them and show off my stuff. I can’t do that whole peacock ritual, it’s just… I’d feel uncomfortable. It’s like I’m trying to wear someone else’s skin.
Then again, I haven’t really entertained much thoughts for romantic adventures. Last time I did that I ended up quite critically damaged.
It took quite a while for me to recover and perhaps the trauma of rejection still lingers in my subconscious. I could feel it tugging the strings, working my limbs like a puppeteer would.
I’m just too scared of risks in romance. I haven’t had much of a good track record. The first time I ever got a girl to like me, I got scared and left her hanging. I never knew that she actually liked me, until many many years later when she introduced me to her new boyfriend.
After that, I’ve been dealing one bad card after another. After a couple of years’ worth of effort not bearing much fruit, I guess I’ve kinda shut myself out from these things.
No, don’t give me that ‘you gotta take risks in love’ bullshit. I’ve taken enough risks to last me another decade or two, thanks to that useless piece of shit generic advice. Life is not a movie, coincidences don’t just click like that.
You have to go out and make it happen. Some people do it and get it, some people try, fail, try again only to fail even harder.
“Don’t worry, someday you’ll find the right one for you.”
Yeah. Right. I’ve heard that a million times. I just wish someone would actually come up to me and say something like, “Don’t worry, someday she’s the one who’s going to find you.” But then, life isn’t a movie. Who am I kidding, right?
UPDATE:
Ark, wtf? The comments disappeared!? All I did was upgrade to WP2.6! Grr…