The Extraordinary Introvert

I had just finished taking a ten-point quiz, and akalain mo yun, nakakuha akong ng ZERO, BOKYA, NULL SET, ITLOG, you name it. When I had checked and looked around other people’s papers, all I see are 7s, 8s and 9s on the board. Indeed, my parents would say, if the whole class fails, it’s on the teacher, but if you’re the only one who fails, IT’S ON YOU!! And that, I learned harshly today. I can admit to myself that I’m not a good test-taker, but I did not expect to suck that hard on such a relatively easy quiz. Just imagine, being the only guy that didn’t even score a single point. That’s like the only chef getting a 0/5 for cooking raw steak in Chef Ramsay’s cooking challenges in Hell’s Kitchen. That’s like missing 100+ free throws in one game. Heck, I’ve said over and over in this blog, but it’s like getting rejected by girls left and right. So to cut it short, I. SCREWED. UP.   You see, here’s the beauty with failure, especially if you’re the only one experiencing it. ...

The wind pierces through my face as I watch red heart-shaped balloons filling up the sky. I look down on the ground, pretending not to see couples and lovers holding hands, handing out roses and doing all that other lovey duvey bullsh*t. I watch different guys out there surprising their favorite girls, one by one. We’ve come to that time of the year I super hate the most, Valentine Day. Let’s admit it, we all waiting, don’t we? We hate waiting in line. We hate waiting for our test papers to come back so that we can know our scores immediately. For the SJWs (Social Justice Warriors) out there, we hate on “Waiting for the World to Change” (pardon me for the John Mayer reference). Anyways, Valentines is just a day to remind me that I gotta keep waiting, and waiting, and waiting. But more than that, it honestly makes me feel like an EFFIN LOSER at times. I mean just peep the intro. Girl holds hands with boy here, boy gives balloons and flowers to girl there, “I WUW YEW” posts EVE...

Crush is defined as something you “deform, pulverize, or force inwards by compressing forcefully” (thanks, Google). However, if we switch it up to the romantic lenses, this is what you and I feel when we have that deep infatuation toward someone. You like him/her so much that he/she’s the first and only thing that’s on your mind whether you like it or not. On that same token, that’s why hanggang crush lamang yung tawag sa mga tao na sobrang nagugustuhan natin. “Di naman kayo sa huli.” (swerte ka nalang kung yun yung kaso). “Meron naman yang ibang gusto o sinta.” “Di payag yung mga parents natin.” “Hindi pa siya handa.” I guess that’s why we call that boy or girl we like so much a “crush”. At the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, your heart will get “crushed”. But how did we even get here? What gives us these different emotions? Why are there butterflies every time? Why so bubbly? But most of all, ba’t hindi puwede?  STAGE 1: Pakikipagtagpo (Meeting) I was...