ridiculously mundane

Friends and people  around me have been getting themselves a partner -- whether they're long-time ones, kinda-serious types or flings.  Which best explains why there are times they look  so down and grumpy and as a good friend, you ask them what's wrong and they tell you  it's the love of their life. Oooops. And there were also numerous times when they ask for your opinion on what's best to do in this and that situation and as  a friend, you cannot ignore them hence regardless of whether or not you have an experience in having relationships, being in love the least, you give them the answer that they need; well, if that'd be really helpful?

But what about this time, when I need someone to talk this with, I cannot find anyone who could be my rescue.Well, not that I am  already sure of things already. So  it's on a time like this that I really am thankful for blogs and diaries.

How do you know when you are in love?

Is it when you cannot stop thinking about that person that even in your dreams, he/she haunts you still?

Is it when you feel embarrassed thinking of all the stupid things and mistakes you committed when he/she was watching you that you just want to hide and be swallowed by the ground?

Is it the unstoppable and inevitable longing you have for him, so intense that you try to ignore and not think of it?

Is it when you over-think things and start daydreaming about the places you'd go together and the different stuff lover would be doing if you are to be together in the future -- is he/she the sweet and showy  type or someone who likes to be all over you when you are alone.

Or perhaps is it when you cannot stop yourself from blogging about it when it's supposed to be nothing but a feeble crush but the urge is so extreme you find yourself giving in?

Nope, this could be nothing more than a simple, foolish crush that will wear off like what most high schoolers experience.

Only that, I am not a highschool student anymore. And he has not a single idea about it.

And I  should know better. This would not work out in anyway possible. Hence I really am thankful for distractions because they really a big help to suppress and refrain myself from having any thought about him.

This. Has. To. Stop.


Thanks, blogger.