Auntie Janey’s Old-Fashioned Agony Column # 18: Snap out of it!
Dear Auntie Janey,
I’ve been been dreaming of my 2 ex-boyfriends. I have not spoken to them for so long. I have been single for more than 3 years. Thoughts of them linger with me every night and I hate that. I don’t want them in my dreams. But somehow, sometimes, I do miss one of them. One is married and the other is in a long-distance relationship. I don’t want to interfere with any of their relationships but I want to speak with them. Like, How are you’s, what’s-going-on-in-your-life-now. Can I initiate the first conversation? But what if they don’t say hello back? What do I do?
Thank you very much.
Regards,
Ex-Girlfriend
Advice from Cher via Moonstruck. (The context is different, but listen to Cher.)
Dear Ex-Girlfriend,
I just ran screaming from my office to the nearest mall. The thought of being marooned with work inside a rickety old building surrounded by rising murky water is not my idea of an enjoyable pre-long weekend night. My shoes were soaking wet so I had a very good excuse to buy a pair of decent flip-flops. It usually takes a calamity for me to indulge in material things. I have a feeling that if the world were to end tomorrow, I would blow all my savings on designer shoes, bags and clothes so that when fire and brimstone rain from heaven, I will be fabulous.
The mall is packed and it is difficult to find a seat without paying for it. My gym membership has proved to be useful. I am now sitting on a comfortable couch with unlimited free coffee five meters away.
Now, the question at hand.
Ex-Girlfriend, I will not endeavor to analyze your dreams. I am a die-hard Freud fan, and if we were to examine your dreams through the Freudian microscope, we will definitely arrive at the conclusion that you need to get some. Do you? If you do, I channel Brutus in HBO’s Rome when he told his mother Servilia: “This is untapped lust. We can get you a slave at the market and have it over with!” Not really an exact quote but you get the picture.
I think you have not yet gotten over your ex-boyfriends. I would have given you tips on how to rekindle the flame with them if they were not involved, but I don’t want you to be one of those people stalking their exes. It would be sad and a waste of time. Sure, the nights are colder and even my toes are freezing as I write but I am telling you that you have got to snap out of it. It’s been more than three years. Some people have gotten their master’s degrees in that period. It would be fine if you want to embody the spirit of Love in the Time of Cholera by waiting for their respective partners to drop dead then showing up at the funeral to declare your undying love while they are mourning.
People have different ways of getting over their past loves. I follow the Ibong Adarna philosophy. Don Juan avoided being lulled to sleep by the Adarna’s seven songs and being pooped on by cutting seven wounds on his arm and pouring the juice of a citrus fruit over them. Whenever fond memories of the person surface, I immediately summon memories of times that person hurt me. Works like a charm. You might have a different coping mechanism which you have yet to discover. The best thing for you to do now is to keep busy—take evening classes, enroll in a gym, get a hobby or watch marathons of TV series that you’ve missed. Engage in activities that would give you a sense that you are moving forward to something. Embark on a project. Do not overeat. Once you’ve become whole again, love and companionship will find you once more. Just take time to heal yourself and set yourself right. Nothing will change if you keep doing the same things.
Someone Like You by Adele, which a gay friend describes as, “Kanta ng baklang heartbroken dahil iniwanan ng boyfriend niya para magpakasal sa isang babae.”
I dissuade you from initiating any contact with them. Not while you are in your current state. You might sound like Adele in her song “Someone Like You” a part of which goes:
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over
They have obviously moved on. You should, too.
Dry and toasty,
Auntie Janey
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June 24th, 2011 at 07:50
Winner ka Auntie Janey! With special participation pa ni Adele! Love it. Love her!