Frictional Faith

Friday, September 28, 2012

Kyle posted at 9:52 PM

There was this saying that went "you are what you attracted to". Here is a list of the things I had been attracted to in my short life:

1. Mythology

2. Strong independent women

3. Paganism & witchcraft

4. Nose bleeds

5. Depressed people

6. Schizophrenia

7. Edgar Allan Poe

8. Alternative Lifestyles

9. The Afterlife

10. Satan worship

I guess I was attracted to things that were "special", or different. I was raised up thinking that I was special, that God(we'll talk more about this later on) made me different from everyone else. Too bad for me, this was not really the case. I thought my characteristics and my attributes were unique to me, but it turned out there were more like me.

My first boy crush dated all the way back in Kindergarten. I could not remember his name but I had given him a sleek black and empty journal I found in my father's room. It had "1999" in gold on the cover and I presumed my dad did not need it anymore. I gave it to my crush, only to have it returned back the next day.

I was looking at a couple seated at a table. I was not one to judge but I was definitely one to come out with stories in my head. It came naturally. The girl, she was timid. She had the girl-next-door look, very clean, very preppy. The guy, was sort of timid too, he did not talk much, except when he needed to.

I wanted to make a guess on how their relationship would end. Bad sex? The guy underestimating her dreams? A change in address?

I decided to go along with the guy underestimating her dreams. Simple. The girl would have wanted to embark on some journey that aimed to revolutionize her life. The guy would just tell her his truth - it was a waste of time. That it would never materialize. The guy would then tell the girl to stay - he could give her anything that she wanted.

The girl would find this sweet at first only to later on realize that she was unsure if she wanted to be with a guy like that. She breaks up with him.

The girl would become a strong girl, less timid in time and she would settle down with somebody who helped her on her journey.

The guy, he would probably realized that it was a huge mistake on his part. However due to his ego, he would just blame it on the girl being selfish. He would get drunk and tell his friends how she did not care enough for him or that she never once mentioned about him to his friends and family.

The miserable ending was on the guy's part. I wanted the girl to be happy throughout the rest of her life.

Sounds familiar? It was the chick flicks I grew up with. I did not like gore or action very much while growing up. I preferred stories of girls who ended up stronger and ending up with someone that deserved them better.

Madonna, had said it once and it was a motto I tried to live day by day - "Don't go for second best baby".

I am such a faggot.

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