“REALISTICALLY-SPEAKING: I AM ROMANTICALLY-CHALLENGED”
I am romantically-challenged. That’s nothing new and also for sure. I’ve been that way for too damn long, since I can’t even remember when.
One of my old college friends came up with another more sophisticated term about people with my (mental? psychological?) condition – and posted it on her Facebook wall. It’s called ‘philophobe’ – someone with the phobia for romance – or the fear of falling in love. She told me that she and I were on the same boat.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not feeling sorry for myself or anything like that. I can still be happy with my life once in a while. That’s life anyway.
I’m romantically-challenged because:
1.I keep falling in love with the wrong guys.
2.I keep getting heartbroken and alone in the end. (Come to think of it, I’m getting so good at being single that I no longer remember how to let people in easily. Yes, call me difficult as you may please.)
I’m sick to death of this same, old sick cycle carousel!