My name is Isha Shekinah, but in the blogosphere, I'm pretty much known as "ishashime". I actually like blogging, even though it was a spur of the moment thing for me. I also like to fit it in between studying (barely) at UP Manila. I'm 18 and a third year speech pathology student (google this!) at the aforementioned university. I don't even know how I'm surviving (but I am, by some form of divine intervention, so yay for that). Anyway, I'm pretty much in my element when I'm laughing and making people laugh. It's my thing, you know? The rest of the time I'm either eating, being weird or drawing in Paint. Also, I suck big time at introductions, so on to my guest post, eh?
Unrequited love. Ah, it sounds so deep and interesting and I like how it rolls off your tongue. Especially if you say it with a British accent. But hey, everything's better with a British accent. Anyway, the point is, unrequited love can be summarized quite accurately in these three panels:
But really, what drives a person to continue on loving someone despite the very clear fact that the chance the other person would love him or her back is almost nonexistent? Well, I'm going to have to say that...I don't really know either. This is actually coming from someone who suffers from unrequited love herself. Yes, me in all my awesome glory likes someone who for some reason doesn't seem to like me back. Strange, 'no? In all seriousness, though, I do have a couple of theories for why I personally continue on fighting for the seemingly already lost battle for this one guy's affections (and my own counter-arguments):
He's probably just shy. Yeah, that's it. This explains why he doesn't look at me, doesn't talk to me, doesn't talk about me with anyone. He's shy. Very, very shy. No, he's actually not. He's doing all that (or rather not doing anything) because frankly, he honestly, truly, genuinely doesn't really care about you and probably doesn't even know you exist. True story, bro.
He's waiting for the right moment to make a move. It may not be now, it may not be tomorrow, and it may not even be in a hundred years, but he's waiting for it and I'll wait along with him. What is this cheesy load of crap? While you're "waiting", slap this quote onto a stock photo of a desert sunset with Helvetica or the overused "indie" font in movies like Juno and Away We Go, why don't you? Blegh.
The signs! He looked at me for a full two seconds! A FULL TWO SECONDS DARN IT! Yeah, well he looked at a can of Coke for three. That kind of says a lot in itself.
He's just very intimidated by me. Yes, you and all your awesome quirks and "special-ness". Time to run for president?
He's afraid of commitment or losing me if things go wrong and he'll have to live without me. He'd rather remember me as that perfect girl who he's never been with, but had always wanted. Seriously? All these darn over-analyzations are kind of creepy now. Plus, it would be better to divert all this wasted brain power to something more useful. And no, I do not mean making an unusually lengthy and depressing poem about it. I was thinking more on the lines of inventing something that thoroughly scrapes off every last ounce of Nutella from those darned Nutella jar corners.
So you see, ladies and gentleman, I'm sure you'll find it hard to not admit that going on with unrequited love is pretty dumb, once you think about it. However, I'm also pretty sure that most, if not all of you, are still going to go on with it, because in the end, we all have one thing to blame. No, it's not ourselves. That's too degrading. We're all special and I'm sure we're all going to find someone who would happily reciprocate our love. It may not be an easy road on the way to finding that person, but he or she is out there. Rather cheesy, I know, but this isn't just something to make us feel better about our situation. It's actually true, in a way. Now, on a final note:
"Darn you, love and your complications!"
"Although love unreturned can drive you to despair, trust that somewhere out there, someone is waiting just for you." - Anonymous
About the Blogger:
Her name is Isha Shekinah, but she's known as "ishashime" in the blogosphere. She's 18 years old, a third year Speech Pathology student at the University of the Philippines - Manila. She loves blogging and chocolates. She also enjoys playing video games and drawing in MS Paint. Do visit her blog The Blues, The Blahs and the Blarghs and read her awesome posts.