Opposite Gender Friends

Opposite gender friends are something I never believed in, because male and female hormones it just makes it hard for opposite genders to be friends unless they have different sexual preferences. My opinions about opposite sex friends grew stronger when I was with my ex, because it's like whatever they do, it just doesn't seem like what friends of opposite gender should do. Heck if he does the same thing with the same gender, I wouldn't question it, but he doesn't do the same with the same gender.
I was always a little pessimistic about opposite gender friends, but it wasn't all the way there until I was with my ex and my insecurities rose up.
Feelings grow sometime spontaneously and it just makes it hard to be friends, especially when the feelings aren't mutual. Like many of my past guy friends who I been close to, we ended up not making long term friends because they ended up having a crush on me confessed about it, or I just picked up something isn't right and things just grow awkward and we just stopped talking over time.
In all honesty, now I don't believe in getting a opposite sex gender friend unless we both know we are no attracted to each other at all, because I just feel like no matter what, there is no one one doesn't grow feeling for another unless they're completely not your type.

My point got proven more after the breakup when I hooked up with one of my best friend after late night comfort. Then there was this group of guys i began to hang with, 8 guys, and slowly as I emerged into the group, the guys began to fall for me left and right and sorta made me feel like I tore the group apart.

It's like I grew closer to the guys, friendship wise, get to the bottom of their emotional problems and then comfort them, try to get them out of the emotional wreck they were in, and we drink to it, hangout, drink more, and then some how magically they just slowly grew feelings for me. Feelings I don't mutually agree back. It's like what the hell.

I just want good friends, good opposite gender friends and is that too hard to ask for? I don't understand the chemistry build up of guys, it seems like it's faster for guys to get little crushes everywhere in comparison to girls, and it is easier for guys to move on in comparison to girls.

I don't understand guys at all, just as much as I don't understand girls. Honestly, I find the whole insecure thing annoying, and i sort of find it annoying that guys fall for girls so easily, it's like get a hold of your other head please, and stop for a second and think.

For the past, many of my guy friends have ended up with a crush on me, and our friendship ended up straining because of that, perhaps it's my sarcasticness that gets people thinking that I am flirting with them when I am not intentionally trying to , or perhaps it's just something but whatever it is, it's hella annoying, and I want a break from it.

I recently have a heard stories too from a few friends, how their intial crushes were their best friends who are girls, it just makes my case of opposite gender cannot be friends more inevitable. Like if you have a opposite gender friend, you're bound to fall for her somehow, and then from there form a relationship of some sort. It's just bound to happen.

Geezus.

Someone tell me otherwise.

Because within this month, I have strained about 3 friendship alone because of their crush on me, which I feel like perhaps it's my choices that lead to where I am today, or perhaps just the way I am, the way I act. How come I can't find people I love and care for as fast as that? Why am I struggling in life over love and relationship problems?

I just want to enjoy life to the fullest and not sob over and over on the past, is that so hard to ask?

Is it so hard to ask?

Loosen Grip and Letting Go.

I don’t understand myself anymore. Thinking that I’d be okay, and that I lost all the feelings and that I am finally numb of it all. Who am I kidding? The deepest wounds are still there, and the scars that are fixed so perfectly well still hides the pain that’s underneath.

A few days ago when we parted, I found peace, I thought that I’d be okay, thought that you know, all is well. That I have finally learned to let go, and then it was then that I asked myself, was I happy? And the answer then was calmly a yes. I was satisfied and I wished onwards to where ever he is venturing. Pedro, my ex who broken up with me who for the past month, whom I have am painfully not over with.

Why did I even come back to this place where I potientially can get attached and get hurt again? What was the original purpose of this? This time around there was no back up, there was no thoughts. In my heart, my guts told me to just do it, without my brain in second hand command.

Miscarriage and the aftermath was already done and taken cared of. Pedro took time off of work, took time off of his friends to care for me, just like how his parents took their spare time to make me food, to make sure I was okay. And yes, I was grateful for their constant support and beings of here. However it only in a sense makes me desire for more. Although half of me told myself that it is enough, but there is always a little part of the human nature, like in Adam and Eve, that is just not enough. And there’s always that small greed part of all of us that makes us pounder, what if we took that chance and try to strive for more? I mean sure you got all that you want on this plate right now and you’re happy, but what if you can be happier and have more? Wouldn’t you want that?

That, I guess was my feelings then when I intitated the second time around of caretaking request by Pedro. Asking him to take me in after he sent me home because I had to babysit. I was used to the care, used to the company, well not used to it, but liked it so much that I’d like more.

I told half of myself that it’s enough and that I should be happy with what I have had and just leave the memories to that, but the greed side of me disagreed. And now it landed me here, finding out the truth about things.

When we originally parted, I tried to give Pedro a goodbye kiss, and he was shocked, and similarly I was shocked too. I no longer had the feelings I had for him that I thought I’d have when I kiss him, and his face just seemed extremely unpleasant.  That was the time that I finally got my peace, because I realized I also have lost my feelings for him officially. That the kiss meant nothing and felt like when I kissed my other ex when we tired to rekindle things.

A huge sense of calm and happiness followed because I realized I can finally let go, and it was then that I was able to look at his belongings that still resides in my room, and I was able to clear it all out into a box. Sure I was unable to look at photos of us together, but then again that’s asking for too much.

I was happy for a whole day until I came back to Pedro’s house and under his care again. He told me that this time around it would be different because he won’t be able to be home all the time like it was last weekend, that he won’t always be around because he have work and other plans. Of course he didn’t really shared much details to what that plan was.

Initally through text the night before when I first asked if I could stay over once again, he told me that he’d be out the whole Tuesday night and not come back home, I assumed it was just a drinking party the whole time. Later on he corrected himself or perhaps changed his mind and told me that he’d probably come back late, perhaps at 12am or something along the line. Again, I thought it was just a regular party and perhaps he changed his mind about sleeping over, but I assumed it was just lots of drinking and then bam sleep over. But it was later that night after our long talk that lasted till 3:30 am that landed me onto the bed in the guest room of Pedro’s house, and swiped through my phone that I realized it was her birthday. The girl whom was Pedro’s best friend until I told Pedro to not be friends with her because I was jealous of how close they were, the friend who caused our multiple fights and one break up (that didn’t successfully broken up, thank god), the girl who made me feel extremely insecure and gave me multiple nightmares.

It was then that it all makes sense. That Pedro is going to celebrate her birthday with her. Of course he wouldn’t tell me what it was and just phrase it to him needing to “get out” before school starts. And what am I to stop him from going out? Im not his girlfriend, I am nothing but a girl who used to hold his kid and now is just under his care because he is simply being nice. Heck, it’s none of my business. I guess somewhere in my long term memories it just bugged me to know that the person I’d want to see him with is going to be celebrating her birthday with him. And that he is going to stay the night, and if not, come back really late.

Honestly I don’t know what is going to come out of tomorrow, all I can hope for is that he’d come back early, and that he’d do it because he feels morally right to do so. Of course I can’t say much because he have already stopped caring for me, and that he have already lost all the feelings he had of me and there is no point in seeking for what is already lost. Sure there may be a few tingle here and there, but its not enough to ignite what have already been blown out.

Our love was past tense, his care was past tense, we were past tense. We were last chapter.

He said during our conversation that he is the happiest he have ever been in his life. Ouch, but hey I should be happy for him, for whatever he chooses to do with his life.

I want to be the bigger person, and let go. I want to stop holding on such a tight grip to things and be the envy one. Greiving over things I can’t have, over the people I can’t hold on to. I should be happy that it once happened rather than being sad that it no longer happens. Because life is short and we can only look forward onto bigger and better things, there’s no time in looking back because that’s just dumb.

 Maybe one day somewhere along the line we’d meet eye to eye again and he’d want to start a friendship again. Maybe one day when we are mature enough to handle each other, because as of now, it almost seems like he doesn’t want anything to do with me after all of this is over.

And I don’t blame him, having an ex as a friend is just a bad idea waiting to happen. And he just really have good self control to not make it happen. Honestly, I need to relax, loosen my grip and just let it go and see how it goes tomorrow and pray for the better, because honestly that’s all I can do right now. 

Because sometimes when you hold things too tight you not only hurt others, but in the process you'd hurt yourself too.