So That You’ll Hate Me More

I am not unaware that for the past months I’ve been attempting to dive into relationships, and that all those attempts ended up in a rather ugly fashion. It’s just that most of the time, I am strangled by too much attention. I meet people who are way too interested in me, I know it sounds like a good thing, but not for me. Being overly fond of someone is not a good indicator. When someone’s too fond of me, I don’t know, I just don’t buy it right away. Ever heard of the saying easy come, easy go? Your new found fecundity of feelings for me must be superficial—something that dies easily. I’ve proved this more times than I would want. It hurts, but it’s true and that’s the very reason why I avoid occasions as such.

If you’ve tried to monopolize me or tried to persuade me to spend time with you more than I wanted, know that you were off to a bad start. If you’ve given me irrational restrictions, you just killed any chances of an us happening. If you’ve given me a memo to explain why I haven’t been texting or calling and if you’ve given me spite because of that, know that I am completely turned off. I shouldn’t explain myself, not when we’re just getting to know each other. It’s painfully immature, premature and so highschoolish. I have a schedule, I have plans, I have a life, and just because I considered having you as part of it doesn’t mean I should entirely reconstruct my goals and plans so that you would fit. How could you have developed so much bearing in my decisions in such a short period of time? How can you demand so much? To my recollection, we just started texting last week, right? You don’t own any part of me just because I signaled an interest in getting to know you.

The worst thing you could say is that you love me, especially if we’ve met only once or twice; all the more if we’ve never even seen each other. I mean, really?

Enough blabbering—singlehood sounds perfect.

(Source: jerardeusebio)