I read other people's blogs. Lots of them. Most of them are written by happy gay people and their friends. Whatever makes you happy.
I have gay friends. While I do not condone what they do, and sometimes, do make the mistake of slipping into preacher mode from time to time, I can see why they make such good friends and make such great company. And I do enjoy and miss my gay friends more than I miss my straight friends sometimes. But really, there is more than enough of my lurve to go around and then some.
Anyway, that is not what I wanted to write about.
I have been reading other people's blog. As I said. Married people. Friends and strangers. I love being their silent reader. Does it make me pathetic that I actually feel happy for these people? Immensely happy for them even when I don't know who they are? What is it that makes me want to feel happy for them?
Right this moment, I am rethinking of the point that I am trying to make in making this entry.
Yeah loh, I am happy because these people have met their soulmate.
I am already too cynical about men and dating. Then I got myself involved with questionable men. That just made it even worse for my already skewed view of what real men are and how they normally act in a real relationship.
Please, if you are reading this, tell me if this is true or false. Are men really capable of loving a woman with all his heart, till death do they part?
p/s : i am truly, honestly happy for these people and i truly believe that they have met their soulmates and i truly believe that they are truly committed to their spouses....
pp/s : i am very cynical kan? kesian dia kalau dia betul-betul ikhlas.
I have gay friends. While I do not condone what they do, and sometimes, do make the mistake of slipping into preacher mode from time to time, I can see why they make such good friends and make such great company. And I do enjoy and miss my gay friends more than I miss my straight friends sometimes. But really, there is more than enough of my lurve to go around and then some.
Anyway, that is not what I wanted to write about.
I have been reading other people's blog. As I said. Married people. Friends and strangers. I love being their silent reader. Does it make me pathetic that I actually feel happy for these people? Immensely happy for them even when I don't know who they are? What is it that makes me want to feel happy for them?
Right this moment, I am rethinking of the point that I am trying to make in making this entry.
Yeah loh, I am happy because these people have met their soulmate.
I am already too cynical about men and dating. Then I got myself involved with questionable men. That just made it even worse for my already skewed view of what real men are and how they normally act in a real relationship.
Please, if you are reading this, tell me if this is true or false. Are men really capable of loving a woman with all his heart, till death do they part?
p/s : i am truly, honestly happy for these people and i truly believe that they have met their soulmates and i truly believe that they are truly committed to their spouses....
pp/s : i am very cynical kan? kesian dia kalau dia betul-betul ikhlas.
