I went to a friend’s house last night to deliver some letters. Before I came to her place, I bought dinner, just for myself because I had not eaten anything and it was already 6 in the afternoon. I arrived at her house in a tentative notion that she was there. She was not, unfortunately. With this, I decided to eat my dinner at her place with her housemates.
I know her housemates. Like my friend, her housemates and I are from the same batch and the same degree course. Not all though but three of them. Her housemates were youtube fun. What I meant was that the things they did to entertain me before my friend arrived were over-the-top unique that once you see them perform you get this sudden itch to get a video camera and take a shot of them.
It was becoming late but my friend was still out. Her housemates became tired entertaining me so we started to chat. The conversation started with some random Social Science 3 - a social science that tackles about sexuality - slangs that got me all confused and inquisitive. To my surprise, the youngest housemate knew more than the housemates of my age. I felt somehow embarrassed by my lack of knowledge in the area but I laughed with them even if I really did not get the entire topic.
The laughter faded soon into a mellow conversation. Love is a very interesting topic to the housemates. I’m a witness. Every time they’d receive a message from that special someone or someone who is dear to them but the other does not entirely feel that same, they’d giggle and huddle over the phone and, in unison, let out a high-pitched joy-filled scream which can only be accessible to any female or organism with high levels of estrogen.
I know what they felt. Well, not in that situation. I have not fallen in love… yet. But I know that certain feeling of bliss that cannot be uttered in words but only in the most natural way any human being is capable of, I felt that before. Twice. I felt it when I saw my first published article. I could barely let go of the newspaper. The stand owner was glaring at me and his eyes insisted that if I’m not going to buy the newspaper at least I could iron it back to its original form. I also felt it when I got my letter from the University saying that I passed the UPCAT and that they are happy I was able to enter in their institution which I later realized I was not quite prepared for.
Love.
What in the world IS love? If you are going to ask me point blank what I think about love, I’ll answer you this.
Love is an accessory or a luxury that people do in order to survive or at least last for another day or week or month or year. I’m pertaining to the romantic one. There are different forms of love. We can find it in family, friends, interests, hobbies, jobs, etc. If I am to quantify the love that I currently have right now, I think I would have enough to last me a life time.
Don’t you agree?
Let’s base it on calories. If, for example, a person needs a calorie diet of about 2000 cal per day, suppose that one person who is very dear to you be equal to 50 cal, if that person is related (family or relative), and 25, if that person is not. I have three family members and an estimate of 30 relatives. That would be 1650 calories. Then let’s say I have 20 friends in the University, the most, who are close to me. That would be 500 cal. The summation of calories I have would be around 2150 calories and that does not even include acquaintances, hobbies, interests and my current disposition. If I count them all, I’d realize that I’m actually obese and my current physiology is just a reflection of the physical result that I should get from my daily consumption of organic materials. In other words, I am fattened by love everyday and I think I do not need the extra calories the romantic aspect of love would give.
I told this to the housemates. I told them the part about love being an accessory but not the part when I equated it in calories. I had a feeling they’d be appalled by my reason if this is really reason. They said and even pointed a finger that they would be waiting for the day when I would fall in love. They said that they would be there upfront laughing and saying, “Now, you know.” They were sort of threatening me if I perceived it right. If that was the case, honestly, I was not scared. Not one bit.
If it’ll come, then it’ll come. I have nothing against it. I just think it’s a total use of time. I wrote USE not WASTE because I, sincerely, think that the other is not trash thus the exclusion of the word.
I’m not cynical or whatever. I’m just saying.
Until next time…(-_-;)
