Last night hit me like a ton of bricks. The familiar feeling of insecurity again resurfaced and the eternal question kept asking itself once more.
So I whined and wallowed in misery and ranted and threw mini-tantrums and upon waking up today, I again realized just how tired and overplayed the whole thing had become.
Been there, done that, so let's not go back there ever again.
Now I remember why I did what I did, but I still don't understand why I do what I do and more specifically, why I do this to myself.
Get over it.
And with that, I once again turn on my happy mode.
X met Y. X liked Y, and so the meddlesome friends (that would be "J") told Y. Y just shrugged her shoulders and seemed oblivious to the whole thing.
Until V stepped in and expressed a more than apparent interest in X. Now the story becomes convoluted at this point because Y does not like V, she thinks that V is irritating and pretentious. So now Y is adamant on "one-upping" V. The mission now is: What the irritating and pretentious V wants, V must never get. And V obviously more than wants X.
At present, strategies are being plotted and battle lines have been drawn, all because of the unassuming X.
So what is my, I mean, J's part in all of this? J has chosen her corner of the ring and is waging on the raging Y.
Let the games begin!
Y would like to clarify that she still does not like X, but she hates V and that hatred more than overpowers her so-so stance with regard to X. Let it not be said that the affections of a piddling boy is what's at stake here. What's at stake is something so much greater and that would be everyone's favorite source of downfall "Pride".