A Royal Pain In The Solar Plexus

December 28, 2007

I was tomboyish when I was younger. I think that being tomboyish is the most attractive option to females who are far from being attractive, the sort who throws up their ungraceful hands early and say "If I can't get a boy, I'll be a boy." They'll harbor a secret wish in their hearts. They'll hope (sometimes unaware) that being boyish will show other boys that they have something in common and thus, desirable. They'll snort at love, marriage, and children but if the opportunity to have all these in one swoon comes up they will take it and not let go until it stops biting and kicking. 

 

Love for me used to be optional; it's there, and so what? I can get a good dose of love in books minus all the hassle. This used to be so easy to say—everything is so easy to say when you don't know what you're talking about, after all. Also, I wasn't too excited about marriage. I've heard too many marriage horror stories from my mom ("Wag kang gagaya kay blah blah, binubugbog siya ng asawa niyang lasenggero. Nabuntis kasi kaya nag-asawa ng maaga. Naku, kawawa naman.") to be excited about marriage. My mom is a dogmatic, single-minded human being who bores things in you and makes sure that you never forget them. It's all done in the name of love, of course, and I can't really blame her. 

 
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