Cute guy, another cute guy, and sprained ankles

Ouch. Why me?

The phrase reminds me of a chain-mail that I was sent, about a world-champion tennis player who had cancer never asking God “why me?” because God had not only chosen her to suffer from a cancer that prevented her from playing, he/she had also made her a world champion in tennis.

Baba’s logic about not taking me to the doctor is nature’s healing process. “What would you have done if the same thing had happened on the way to Langtang?” It’s not like he doesn’t want me to get better. He just believes in nature a little too much. But then, I ‘m not on the way to Langtang, and I can (thankfully) afford to go to the doctor, and I don’t live in the prehistoric era. (If I did I could sit home all day and not have to panic about it.)

Moving on to the cute guys part, I was just about to fall for one, when another came into the picture. (Which makes me laugh at the comical nature of all my guy-problems) The first one has no feelings whatsoever towards me, and the second one was conveniently not talking to me until yesterday, until I decided to change things a little. I was smart enough not to take Sanjog Dai’s idea for a pick-up line “I think you’re cute” to heart. So the conversation started in a perfectly non-embarrassing natural way. What WAS embarrassing was the goodbye; I just didn’t know what to do. We would’ve met again today if it wasn’t for my ankle, which just twisted at a wrong time.

Amid speculations that I’m becoming a desperado (I’m not going to name names) because my crushes change “with the change of seasons”, I don’t see the harm in liking different guys, as long as I don’t play with their emotions (and I don’t). The most I do is talk to them. A little (spoken, nothing more) flirting has never killed anyone, and it’s not like I force them to flirt back. If guys are taking things more seriously than I am, I make it a point to tell them. And it’s not my fault that there are so many cute guys. At least I don’t flirt with whoever likes me for the “fun” “adventure” or whatever of it and end up hurting them. At least I’m not sticking to a good-for-nothing loafer (ahem ahem, though she’s never going to read my blog) just because “even if I don’t go out with this one, I’ll end up with someone else” or because “we’ve come this far, I should stick to him”. Good Lord.

What “people” say doesn’t bug me much, because different people have different priorities and values. But sometimes I wonder if they’re right (even to an extent), especially when my brother keeps making jokes about me flirting too much. I don’t know how much he means it though, since each time I’m talking online with anyone he asks “who are you flirting with?” and makes jokes about me being in love with my girl friends. I should seriously ask him one of these days. He’s one person whose opinion and judgment I value a lot, even though he’s younger than me.

There, it had been some time since I wrote something so quite personal, hadn’t it?