Windang-acious, again!

The lola is windang again. Help! I don't know what's happening to me. I was doing okay up until last weekend, and then, suddenly something rattled what I thought was my already stable emotional state.

I've yet to submit articles that were due last Monday! I just can't make myself write. Haaay, I'm, just thankful this is not about that stupid guy again, although I'm grateful that we're friends again, at least.

I love being single. I enjoy being single. I honestly don't envy my married friends and cousins. I love having the freedom to bum around with my friends anytime I want to, to wear the skimpiest bikinis in Bora, to make plans of visiting China and then Hong Kong during the sale season without considering another person's take on the idea, I love staying up until way past midnight and waking up just before lunchtime in the same way that I sometimes love to sleep at 8PM and wake up at 1AM to work on my articles. I love taking afternoon naps right after lunch. I love having the time to dream big dreams because I don't have kids to look after nor a husband to guard against willful women with flat abs and enhanced breasts.

Yes I love being single. I love the freedom that comes with being single. I just don't understand why I can love one thing and hopelessly pine for another. I want to be with someone. I'm ready to completely open myself up to another person. I want a serious relationship, and yet I don't want to give up all these things that I'm just starting to really enjoy.

I'm in a big mess. I am a big mess.

These are times when I wish I were simple and not the complicated person that I really am. *sigh*

So tell me, what do I need to do? Is there a pill I can take or some kind of therapy I need to go through to get out of this windang state? Help me please. (Note: any suggestion that has anything to do with visiting a psychotherapist will be ignored--there are better ways of spending one's time--ask my bestfriend she knows!)

Oh, and by the way, my taste in men is getting wilder. The rockstar's too tame for me now. The wild child's been liberated. Scary!

Yay!

PS. Last night I got a text from my good friend Red, asking if I was in Makati. Turns out he wanted to take me to Maksim's concert at the CCP, because his wife backed out at the last minute and he knew it was something I would enjoy. Too bad I didn't see his text right away because my phone was on silent mode! Arrrgh! Moral of the story: Never leave your phone on your bedside table while it's on silent mode. Haaay!