Before Inebriety

Why do we always hurt the ones we love?

How I wish I could take back all the hurtful things I've said and/or done (left unsaid and/or undone).

"it is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old."

enjoyed the exchange... see you soon

from an email but it basically has everything we want to say.

Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbered "1"
ON PURPOSE!

1. Men ARE not mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it
down.

1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon
or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport.
And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to
almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help
solving it. That's what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a
problem. See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible
in an argument.

In fact, all comments become null and void after 7
Days.

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret
girls,don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.
Don't ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two
ways
and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we
meant the other one .

1. You can either ask us to do something
Or tell us how you want it done. Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it
yourself.

1. Whenever possible , Please say whatever you
have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions
and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows
default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color.
Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will Be scratched.
We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing,"
We will act like nothing's wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the
hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer
to,Expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely
anything you wear IS fine... Really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless
you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball,
the shotgun formation,or golf.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;

But did you know men really don't mind that? It's
like camping.

Dearest ________,

It’s 2:14 a.m. and here I find myself thinking of you. Yes, thinking of you. It’s actually been a while since I last thought of you. It has been months in fact. And yet, all of a sudden here I am again. I saw you yesterday. You may not believe it but I tried my hardest to restrain myself from asking you how you were.

I thought I’d be over you but I am not. Seeing you for the first time in months has opened a floodgate of memories. Some of pain, but yet some undeniably, of happiness,

I miss you. I miss our senseless conversations. I miss the silence we share when you’re doing your job and I can’t help but stare at you. I miss the way you would just smile at me. I miss making you laugh and how you would cry because of such. I miss the way you would ask me whether I watched the latest episodes of your favorite soap opera when you know that it’s such a silly thing to ask a guy. I miss our dinners and your bottomless vegetable kare-kare. I miss watching movies with you and how you would raise an eyebrow on me because I would over-analyze the movie. I miss dancing with you. I miss holding your hand. I miss me without you… I miss you. Don’t you get it? I just miss you.

I thought I had moved on. That I had forgotten you. You hurt me. You hurt me so much I didn’t know what else to do. You left me on my knees that I had to crawl away so you wouldn’t see me. I had to pick the pieces of my broken heart on the floor. I had to pick the biggest of the pieces to try to make me whole again. Bu I couldn’t pick everything. Right now, many pieces are still missing.

I thought the distance and time would be enough to cure me. But then I saw you and in that instant everything just came rushing back. I saw you at the edge of my eye. I knew it was you. But that silhouette of you was enough. It opened a flood of memories.

You mean everything to me. And how I wanted that to be wrong but it is not. I tried everything to get over you. I tried to hate you… to ignore you… to deny you… to forget you… But all that are lies. And no amount of lies can ever conceal the pure and simple truth that I love you. That despite every pain, every ache, every tear that I shed… I still love you. Pathetic? Never. It is never a sin to love. It is never wrong to feel.

My friends tell me to forget about it and I would nod in agreement. But here I am finding myself thinking about you. Why can’t I forget you? Why don’t I want to? Please tell me they are wrong. Please tell that I should not forget about you…

There was a time… there was a night that I prayed would never end… when I just drowned in your eyes and I held you in my arms. There was a night that I never would have said goodbye to you. You may not remember it, but for me, that was everything. That was the night you told me to never leave your side. And for some reason… I never did. I’m still here. A bit farther away… but still here…

I know for you this is just a silly letter. This is inconsequential. But I write it nonetheless hoping that you would not think so. I write it hoping that you would remember that somewhere in this world… beyond what you know, what you see, and what you believe… there is a guy who loves you with no agenda and no expectations. That he is just there hoping you will remember that once in your life, you did know how to love him. That once in your life, you did love.

Still yours,
__________

How could you doubt me?
You who knew everything about me…
My strengths… my weaknesses…
My goals… my fears…
My potentials… my limitations…
My dreams and even my frustrations.
The only person who has seen through me…
How could you doubt me?


Now, you owe me a night of inebriety.

I am not gonna lie, I am still in love with her. There’s still a part of me that hopes that it’s not just friendship she’s offering.
That one day, everything will be as I imagine it when I daydream
That I will be the one… the last one…the only one

However, fact of the matter is, we’re just friends. Not even close friends.
So, whenever my stupid heart persists that there is more to her words or acts….
That there is something to be read between the lines….
I remember what my friend said, “Get out of cheesecakeland!”

Harsh…but it’s what I need.
Follow her advice
She means well.

But still… why am I willing to face the torture of going through all these uncertainties?
Because the torture is nothing compared to the happiness I feel... with every message… every moment…every smile…

Its not wrong to make mistakes, because we are young….

Tonight, as usual, another moment of inebriety. A lot of thoughts come to mind. Future goals, past loves, present complications. What’s a guy to do?

Future goals… well, they can wait.

Past loves… ain’t nothing we can do about it.

Present complications… now that’s fun. Let’s talk about that.

Tipsy A: I don’t have any complications.

Tipsy J: Dude, you have too many complications you are a walking excessive entanglement.

Tipsy A: Tssk….

Tipsy J: Denial.

Tipsy A: Don’t worry too much about the present. “Hindi naman masama magkamali,
kasi nga tayo bata.”

Tipsy J:eh, paano kung sa mga mali natin, may mga nasasaktan? (what about if, in our mistakes, other people get hurt?)

Tipsy A; Part of the learning process, I guess. There’s never an assurance that you’ll never get hurt. There’s always that possibility. There’s never an assurance that people won’t get hurt, the thing is, there is also no assurance that you won’t be that person.

Tipsy J: How true… and how sad.

Is it morally sound? Is it socially acceptable? Will it affect your friendship?

Medjo weird, diba? Awkward moment? Definitely. So, pwede ba? Can you?

Just how close are you?

The answers after tonight's drinking session.

Hello reader. Welcome to Before Inebriety. This is a joint blog between two friends who go through their lives with a bit of beer in their hands and a smile on their cheeks. We will be posting here our theories and discussions about the universe and its most complicated beings - women. Caveat - these discussions are conducted in an environment of intoxication.

Hopefully we can still recall those brilliant conversations with our dear patron saint, San Miguel, so we will be able to share it with you.

Cheers!