Feed My Vanity

The other day I stumbled on an article saying that couples with healthy relationships, does in fact, talk about the exes. According to the article, this helps in determining why the past relationship ended without comparing your ex with your current.

Aha! A reason to dig up the past without the need to fish! *evil laugh*

So I tried it out (after all, our relationship was on the line).

Over beer. Hehehe.

Me: Out of all the girls you’ve told me about, the ones I don’t like the most are RabbitFace and OilyWhatsherfes

Bf: What? You don’t like them more than Knocky?

(of course he didn’t say Knocky, but we need codenames obviously! His friends were actually the ones who gave her that nickname. In Filipino we call somebody with a few screws loose May Katok or “Knocky” in English.)

Me: I don’t like Knocky. But at least she was an obvious evil. You knew she was bad for you. Your friends and your families knew she was an evil. Plus, she knew what she wanted. Stupid and selfish it may have been.

But RabbitFace and Oilywhatsherfes? They’re gray areas. They may seem nice (or may even be genuinely nice) on the surface, but never in a million years will they admit to manipulating you.

Me: *scratches chin, takes a swig of beer* hey, never saw it that way! But yeah, you’re right.

Oilywhatsherfes, RabbitFace and I would have been friends in another dimension. They are generally liked by people, hey, they may even be the one who held your hand while you were boo-hooing over a love story gone horror. But everyone likes a little flattery once in a while, and flattery needs encouragement too.

Okay, let me put it this way, they were flattery-encouragers. I myself did it when I was single.

I’m not exactly sure how I can explain my point which is really embarassing. But these are some of the things that are never really spoken of, it’s just there. If you’ve read “Haunted” by Chuck Palahniuk you’d get what I mean about “carrots in the air”.

It’s not really appropriate to mention where that phrase originated. Basically, what it means, it’s that uncomfortable “it” hanging in the air when you’re pretending things are normal. Like if you’re a guy and you’re gay and your parents kind of feel it that you are, but you haven’t told them yet but you’re still informing them that you have a date for tonight without telling them that you’re date’s name is Andre.

Am I making sense?

It’s the same with Oilywhatsherfes and RabbitFace, they would flirt with my now boyfriend pretending that they’re not and acting surprised when informed that the boyfriend is taking an interest on them. I prefer Knocky. At least you’ll know she’s a bitch even though you don’t have 20 / 20 vision.

When there’s smoke, there’s fire. But it would be nice to see the fire itself right of the bat, that way, you know immediately when to make a run for it.