Saved.

Ive always been skeptical about short-termed relationships. or spontaneous ones. i just dont know how it works when you enter a certain relationship and thats where you start your getting-to-know-each-other stage. i thought we had this event in our lives called "dating".

i think theres an age limit to that. sometimes, we get overboard with what the media puts in our healthy brain cells then it starts to whitewash it with drama, skipping the tedious parts.

i dont even consider it as a relationship if its like a week old or a month old then you break up. except for the sweet november story. youre exempted if youre dying.

ive actually thought of living alone when i was 17. of course i had those slumnotes youd love to answer for a colleague then there are those weird redundant question. i guess what i loved the most was this snoopy slumnote (that comes with a pen! genius!) and it had this question "how do you see yourself after 10 years", and i answered, living with my best friends. so probably, when i was 17, i assumed that im going to be single. so i traced back time... when did i entertain the idea of being NOT single?

i guess somebody just came. unexpectedly. and those pleasant surprises were the dramas exaggerated by telenovelas.

i think i got scared. because when that someone came, i instantly had attachment issues. thinking... shet di ko kayang mabuhay ng wala ka. but we all know na kaya e. pero choice mong di sha mawala.

if we are all princes and damsels in distress, does that mean everyone is waiting for our "someone" to save us? and i guess... being single is synonymous to distress. which is weird by the way.

nakakapagtaka lang na nakakapagod raw maghintay. e di wag maghintay. andami kayang pwedeng libangan.

and thats what i learned when i was 23. detachment. and nobody could actually save us from anything else but ourselves.