Finding Love

"Do you find Love?...Or does Love finds you?"

- trailer teaser of Dreamboy (Tee hee, jologs ba?)



I have been in grips of panic attacks during the last week or so. I can see pictures of my former schoolmates seeing their children graduating from college with me still alone and lonely, all these in my head playing over and over again. I can see them holding hands, laughing romantically with someone while I laugh with my girlfriends. I don't know what's wrong with me, I usually ignore this feeling before, and I handle myself better last year. Maybe it comes with the New Year and only months away from turning 29. Or maybe it's all the wedding invites to weddings of friends I grew up with.



Well, anyway, what do I think about Love? Do I believe in Love finding me even if I hide here in my room? Or do I believe in making an effort in meeting men as vain effort in finding Love? Typical of me, I believe in both. While I believe in Love finding me, I don't think Love will be so patient and persistent as to go to my room in Malabon and pluck me out of hibernation in front of the TV. I need to go out there. I'm not the most patient of people and I don't think I can wait without doing anything in the meantime. I believe in waiting, but I also believe in giving Love a helping hand. Love has many things to attend to, so many people to grant wishes to, that I need to give Love a little nudge.



Oh well. (This is a short blog as I'm still trying valiantly to ignore my tendencies to panic and go into hysterics over my singleblessedness.)



So, what do you think? Do you find Love or does Love finds you?