someone mentioned today that i am a loser in love...and i actually was short of a quick rebuttal to tt. i pondered a little over the remark and yea, i cant find evidence of any sorts in the last couple of yrs that actually could stand as evidence to the contrary.
so yea, coming to the age of 32 and still painfully single, with the longest rs the one i had back when i was in my early 20s, i guess i have to concede that in the l. department, i might really just be a big loser after all.
i was never lucky in love. the several episodes i have in my life thus far were all fleeting and usually end with me and the other party not even bothering to keep in touch. don't know why but i never am good with maintaining a rs cordially - the ups were crazy highs, the downs were the ones that no sane person can recover from. the in-betweens doesnt exist for me, it was always intense and speedy - pretty much like a car gg at 140km/hr without a working brake pad, the crash was really imminent.
i dont know where i m actually going with this entry really. i guess its just ramblings triggered by a very real possibility that actually got verbalised by a third party that i was hoping i wont hear it actualised out in words. the l. word. how elusive.
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