Disclaimer: I didn't watch the movie. I prolly won't watch it alongside a gazillion shrieking fans (my officemates and staffs included) in theaters, and will most likely watch it in my uBox android TV box in the comfort of my LaZBoy one of these days.
So there I was earlier tonight scrolling through my Facebook feed, and while waiting to fall asleep and get to 100% battery charge (I didn't want to leave my phone plugged while I sleep so I keep it fully-charged before snoozing), I came across a few promo photos of "hugot musings" from the movie (I assume) from the production house. Without permission from the owner (hehe) here are those pics:
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Let's "counter-muse" on these hugot-musings.
1. Well, it's not a contest. Does it matter? I left you because there was a valid reason. It's not something that I assiduously and viciously pre-planned. And in saying that, it goes without saying that hurting you (when I left you) was not the primary intention. If at all, the pain was just an incidental. Like we both went to a -- hopefully not hysterical or violent -- "war" and we were both casualties. That if I stayed, it may only mean more pain for you...and quite possibly for me as well. Can't we just leave it at that, i.e. we are both hurting. The intensity of the pain -- on who's hurting more -- is inconsequential.
2. You just do. To begin with, it was your choice to allow someone to break you. You've made your bed, so now you must lie on it. Ride the waves of emotions -- don't bottle things up. Follow the Kubler Ross Stages of Grief: Denial - Anger - Bargaining - Depression - Acceptance. And then move on. No, I never said anything about it being a walk in the park. Or that it was going to be swift. By all means take your sweet time. Take a break, introspect, heal, be whole and strong again. Remember that your battle scars are what'll make you strong(er). Learn from your previous "brokenness".
3. It's related to #2. Nobody can ruin your dreams unless you let them. You're playing the victim card in saying that they ruined your dreams. It's YOUR dreams, so only YOU get to call the shots as to when, how and why YOUR dreams end. On the matter of still being able to love that person again after you've ALLOWED him to ruin YOUR dreams, I have one word for you when you do: IDIOT. Letting him back into your life in any relationship level more than civil-coexistence is really a form of lunacy: as if you never learned anything from it. Remember that a battered wife goes through this insane repetitive mobius strip of a cycle of pain that she can't seem to get out of...only because she feels helpless. Don't be that person. Rise above it. Co-exist...and do not exist just for or because of him. Know your worth. YOU control YOUR fate.
4. Sparks WILL fade and promises MAY BE broken over time. These are as inevitable as death or rain on monsoon season will ever be. But remember: it's not "the" love that you choose; rather it's the person (and what you do with him [and him to you]) that you do. Love has become this overrated, touchy-feely abstract concept that we seem to hyperbolize and treat as an end-all, be-all matter. Love, in any relationship, shouldn't be viewed as merely the FEELING. It is the DOING that should matter. It's more than a noun/thing; it's an action word. There is nothing you can do about the noun, but a whole myriad of possibilities of actions for the verb. When the initial thrill of the "kilig" and anticipation and giggles from the first few dates, hour-long conversations, incessant instant messages and mind-boggling sex start to fade, there is nothing that you can NOT do to keep being with the person who gave you all that initial thrill. Break the old routine, make new memories, explore other possibilities, bring down dated barriers, experiment and have fun in new/other ways. The possibilities are endless. You BOTH work together to make the noun of LOVE work into what you've dreamed it to be. You BOTH exert effort in making it work, saving your relationship. Or you go to item #1.
Now, here's my own hugot musing: When you're fucking hungry and you realize it's way past your feeding window because of intermittent fasting, do you grab that Snickers bar or cry yourself to sleep? 😆
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