Fairytales do come true.

Boy, it sure is boring in the blogosphere during CNY. Everyone’s either out of town or having too much fun gambling or too busy stuffing their faces. I’ve even resorted to reading archives *horror*.

I have a masochistic streak a mile wide in me. An idle mind is the devil’s playground. I should TATTOO that saying somewhere obvious, like on my forehead so that I don’t hurt myself by acting stupidly.

I was obsessed with Jarod’s ex-es and er…other girls who had someway or another crossed path with him. And there were TOO many of them. You know the phrase “ignorance is bliss“? It is 11110000% true. Everything that I found out only led me to worry more, made me more insecure or to be more paranoid. Even so, I could not help digging out every little bit of information about them. It was like a sick addiction. I have to know that I am better, that I got the better deal, that she’s a skanky ho, that she’s pimple ridden, that she’s uglier than I am etc etc. If I see that they are happy or whatever, then I would get envious and wonder if they got the better deal instead. That’s how bad the situation was.

I think most girlfriends would have probably felt the same way, at one point or another.

But the thing is, my behaviour is hurting no one but myself. They don’t know who the heck I am, so all these just serves to mindfuck me more. The situation has gotten better ever since I decided to trust Jarod. Oooh everything seems to have gotten better after I took that leap of faith, so to speak. Sometimes I wonder if I am trusting him too much, that I’m too naive, that I’m placing too much confidence in him…[ but that’s an entry for another day ]

So, I’ve decided to save myself all that heartache (which is partly why I decided to trust him too, heh. So much for love eh?Joking!). I shall no longer take the initiative to poke my nose into their lives. No more secretively checking on their Friendster profiles, or their blogs, or reading through their testimonials (which are all lies anyway! Hah!). NO MORE!

I will even take proactive steps to avoid ANY mention of them. Ignorance is bliss! Repeat 146356 times to self! What’s the point of fretting over people who don’t know who you are, and probably don’t even care, right?

After all, as my friend Adrien puts it - I have him now. She doesn’t. (Did I mention Adrien rocks? Cos he does! Go check out his blog now!)

Heh. In fact, I should probably thank all of them for molding Jarod into who he is today. He learnt from his mistakes, as he puts it, and emerged a better person. And after all, how would someone recognise and learn to treasure a diamond if he hasn’t sifted through black lumps of run-of-the-mill carbon beforehand?

Therefore I won. End of story.