21 Reasons to not be in a Love Triangle (or any other geometric shape)

I don't usually obsess over anything, but, I am only human and I do have my little secret hidden obsessions. One is make-up, but that was a given. Writing of course is a little too OBVIOUS. But there is one that not a lot of people know about. I am into the shojo and bishi characters...yes, I like mangas and animes. It all started with Marmalade Boy...which turned into Kare Kano and Fruit Baskets and D.N.Angel and Hott Gimmick and well you get the point...
But Marmalade Boy is my favorite of all times!!! And since its My first Anime love, I think I should commemorate the feelings I get every time I watch it. Because every time I watch it, I still get butterflies in my stomach and it makes me want to go out there and MAKE SOME DRAMA!!!

Ok just kidding. So without further ado, here are 21 reasons to not want to be in a love triangle. It's only fair that I introduce the characters to you that I will be using as an example. First there is Miki, the female protagonist; the story is about her. Then, there is Yuu (pronounced 'you'), the male protagonist; the drama is about him. There is also Meiko, Miki's bff and Ginta who loves Miki. Lastly, there is Arimi, who likes Yuu...

Reason Number one

Being in a love triangle sucks because there is a lot of drama involved. Miki, for example, is constantly involved in drama because she used to like Ginta who ended up rejecting her to look good in front of his friends but really actually liked Miki.

Reason Number two

You are constantly confused about your feelings. This is very common in Miki because she cannot decide whether she likes Yuu or Ginta.

Reason Number four

One person will always come out hurt. In a love triangle, it is very clear that there are three people involved and that meas that one will not get chosen. Sometimes, however, there can be more people involved, but mainly there will be three people. Arimi and Yuu used to date, so Arimi is at constant war with Miki trying to get Yuu to like her, but the real problem lies with Ginta when Arimi tries to use him to make Miki jealous and give up on Yuu.

Reason Number five

Comparing the implicated is almost impossible. Eventually you start to think "well this person is like this but this person is like this", no longer are they individuals.

Reason Number six

I assure you that 9 out of ten times, one of the people will be someone you have been friends with for a long time. This in the end will only kill the friendship. In Miki's case, she had been Ginta's friend for a looooong time, but in the end, they couldn't just be friends.

Reason Number seven

The person you choose will love you and the other person will hate you. This will hurt 20 times more and it will make you think over and over again that you hurt someone that really honestly cared about you and who you cared about. Not a cool thing because you end up thinking more about the person you ditched than the person you chose. In Yuu's case, he had Arimi, who is always wherever he's at...for some odd reason...

Reason Number eight

The people involved argue a lot. Its not like they mean to purposely argue, its that they are constantly irritated by the fact that at any time, one person is gonna get dropped. Ginta and Yuu argue a lot, its mostly because Yuu and Miki live together and he doesn't know why.

Reason Number nine

Emotions flare. Not only are they irritated all the time, but they are sad and happy and everything. It's like they all become bipolar PMSing girls. Miki cries all the time but has to put a happy face constantly. Her friend Meiko knows every time Miki is faking it, which in the end is not healthy for anyone.

Reason Number ten

Unstableness. I realize this is not a word but I don't want to use another one. It seems like when people are in a love triangle, all they think of is that emotional mess they have to deal with. Ginta almost lost a tennis match due to his unstableness.

Reason Number eleven

Fights. Fights. Fights. Boys are experts at trying to beat up each other. They are also very good at not realizing how hurtful this is on girls. We are not animals where it is accepted that two males battle to the death for a female...Unacceptable.

Reason Number twelve

You can't go back to the other person. Once you made your pick, its over. This scenario is not your typical, break-up, move-on deal. This is a little more sensitive because in the first place, your feelings were not straight so the ditched person will either hate you or want you back...but its just worse because the three people will always be informed of what goes on in the relationship and that is just plain awkward.

Reason Number thirteen

You think when is it time to give up? Once it just takes for ever for the person to decide who she (in this case I'm referring to the two boys/one girl case but it can be One boy/two girls...) will choose, someone will start to loose hope. But this hope is fed everyday by the thought that if you persist, she will chose you. Arimi eventually has to give up because it is very obvious that she doesn't have a chance.

Reason Number fourteen

You think when is time to move on? This is, in my opinion, the hardest reason. Ginta thinks all the time, when will he be able to move on. It's hard for him because he's in the tennis team with Miki and they are classmates, so he can't avoid her. When it's time for him to get a girlfriend, he wonders if he really is over Miki and will it ruin his chances of being with her in the future.

Reason Number fifteen

Breaking up with the chose person can make the ditched person think its their turn. This is illogical and logical at the same time because the person that didn't get chosen always has hope deep down inside. The real question is, would it work?? NO! Miki had a horrible time with this actually because by the time the series gets to this point, it is no longer a triangle, it's more like a...pentagon...

Reason Number sixteen

The pressure to choose is constant. The person that has to choose has to live with the decision she(he)takes. It won't be an easy one but most likely, it will be the right time and worth the pressure. But really, who likes pressure!?!

Reason Number seventeen

If you mess up choosing it will be over for all three people. Realizing this is probably the hardest thing about the break-up. Two options, one result; if it doesn't work with one, it does not mean it will work wit the other one. This brings me back to reason number twelve.

Reason Number eighteen

People tend to talk about your relationship status. Nowadays, this takes place mostly on social networks because the first think people will point out is your changed relationship status. I'm anti-relationship statuses because when it's changed, people are morbidly nosy. It can't be helped. Miki had to deal with tons and tons of gossip thanks to Arimi but in the end, she just had to learn to trust Yuu.

Reason Number nineteen

Tons of more jealousy. When you like two people and can't make up your mind about one, there is a problem. When you chose one, you live with the idea that the person you are with, will one day be in your previous position and NOT chose you. Yuu for the very obvious reasons, is very popular and lots of girls try to steal him away. Same with Miki. Not a good place to be in.

Reason Number twenty

Prone to sensitivity. This is a girl's favorite. The trust issues that lead to unavoidable tears. Just to point out, Miki, Arimi, Meiko, and all the other girls that make up the other geometric shapes of love cry ALL THE TIME!!!

Reason Number twenty one

Triangles suck.

So there you have it. 21 reasons why being in a triangle, or any other geometric shape, sucks. It really honestly does!!! But you know what reader??? Marmalade Boy DOES NOT SUCK!!!

My Neverending Story

this was me this morning -> ~_~
this was me this afternoon -> ^_^
this is me right now -> >_<+++

I need a car. I need a car to get a job. I need a car to get a job to get out of this place. In the end, I need a car...

Hold on to your butts, it gets better.

I need to be driven to the DPS office to get my license so that I can drive legally and get a job to pay for insurance. I need to have insurance to drive. I need a job to buy a car. I need a car to drive to work to have money to buy things. I need to buy things to stop worrying about whether I'm broke or not. I need a job to buy me clothes. I need a car to drive to the store. I need a job to pay gas.

Gas keeps giving me a heart attack...

I need a car to drive to school. I need to drive to school to get an education. I need an education so that I can have a better job. I need a better job so that I can have medical insurance. I need medical insurance to avoid dying of swine flu. I need a job to pay for my education. And once again, I need a car to have a job.

I need a job to pay for a laptop. I need a laptop to do homework. I need a job to pay for internet. I need internet to do my homework. Oh and again, I need a car to drive to work to pay for these things. I also need a phone. I need a phone to communicate. I need to communicate to not be a loner and to call costumer service.

Lastly, I need a car to drive to MY APARTMENT. I need MY APARTMENT to live in peace. I need to live in peace in MY APARTMENT to not be stressed. I need a job to pay MY APARTMENT. I need a lot of things, but most importantly, I need a car to have a job to pay for clothes to not be naked, to pay for food so I won't starve, to pay for an education so I can have a better job that gives me insurance, and to pay for a laptop, internet and my phone.

Here's my one little problem, I've been 18 for 15 days, almost 16 days. I've been driving with my permit for 10 months. But! I have not been taken to the DPS to get my license so that I can drive. If I could drive, I could get a job!!! If I could get a job, I could pay for things!! If I could pay for things, I could go to places and and and and...

*small pause*

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! GGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGG!!!!!!!!!


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If it were not for the person I'm texting right now...I would have ripped my hair out!!! This is me right now because I don't have a car -> >_<+++

*Note: Its not like I'm asking for a 2012 Lamborghini, I don't even care if the stinkin' car has AC/Heater. Here's what I'm asking for: a car with Seatbelts, Airbags, and working breaks. Of course, I do have a preference of a Volkswagen Beetle (Pink preferably but I'll take any color), but at the moment, after I get my education, I can buy me any car I want.

18.4 - I no longer trust my neighbor's cat

Writing brings back memories; so does reading.

This last weekend I was stuck home doing nothing productive and I decided to dig in my bookshelf. My mistake. I found this notebook from freshman year and I'm going to tell you all about it because what are the chances that anyone will read this besides maybe the girl who cried wolf? My freshman year was not my biggest mistake but it was my most dramatic year. I met a lot of people that year that I love to death but I also met some that I wish didn't even exist. Yes that is horrible but I can't help the way I feel right now. Right now. Right now is a moment when I feel as if every waterfall had been turned upside down, as if gravity had reversed the flow of the river and everything was going the opposite direction. Right now I want to jump off an airplane and let gravity suck me into the depths of this miserable Earth. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to sound suicidal or anything of the sort.

Four year ago, I was a lost freshman who had no experience in anything. I trusted EVERYONE and thought EVERYONE was the nicest. I wanted to be friends with EVERYONE. Of course anyone that knows me well enough now knows that I'm the most cynical person ever. I really was so naive that the word is a fraction of a description of how stupid I was. I'm going to be honest and say that I felt something very close to love that year and I know that I also learned what it was to lose something in a second.

One. Second. Now. I. Have. It. Now. Its. Gone.

That spiral that I found in my bookshelf has a story to tell about three friends. Three friends that stood by each other and adviced each other and loved each other with a friendship that was so honest and clean. We each had our ways of trying to figure out one thing; love. In between all the drama, catfights, and gossip, we learned to hate each other. We didn't mean to, it just happened. It went kind of like this: a child is told to move because he's about to get run over by a car but the child thinks he's too smart and can wait until the last second to move. Oops, too late.

The time that I spent with those two other girls made me learn to respect one of them only. Just one. Why? Because she was sincere. She never lied to get attention or told me crazy money stories. Forgiving is one thing, trust is another.

I won't use the whole cliche of "I forgave you but the scar reminds me of what you did" because its stupid. Here's what worries me, that a friend turns into a backstabber. What would be the one thing that would shatter me beyond pieces??? Not that I may find out that a backstabber can turn people into more backstabbers, but that a friend was not really a friend after all.

I like that word. BACKSTABBERS! It sounds funny in my mouth.

Well, I read back and can only see the good stuff and smile for a second. Too bad it turned out to be a dirty little lie, otherwise, we'd still be the three musketeers. On the other hand this just goes to prove that even though I've been 18 for 4 days, I still don't feel like an adult.

Dreadful Two Hours

Dominique had spent so many summers and winters, surrounding herself with people in order to feel alone,that the experiment of actual solitude was an enchantment to her and a betrayal into a weakness she had never allowed herself: the weakness of enjoying it. she stretched her arms and let them drop lazily, feeling a sweet, drowsy heaviness above her elbows, as after a first drink. She was conscious of her summer dresses, she felt her knees, her thighs encountering the faint resistance of cloth when she moved, and it made her conscious not of the cloth, but of her knees and thighs.
She saw his mouth and the silent contempt in the shape of his mouth; the planes of his gaunt, hollow cheeks; the cold, pure brilliance of the eyes that had no trace of pity. She knew it was the most beautiful face she would ever see, because it was the abstraction of strength made visible. She felt a convulsion of anger, of protest of resistance-and of pleasure. He stood looking up at her; it was not a glace, but an a act of ownership. She thought she must let her face give him the answer it deserved. But she was looking, instead, at the stone dust on his burned arms, the wet shirt slinging to his ribs, the lines of his long legs. She was thinking of those statues of men she had always sought...She saw him looking at her as if he knew that. She thought she had found an aim in life-a sudden, sweeping hatred for that man.
She felt anger, a satisfying anger because it was cold and certain. She felt also a desire to let her skin touch his; to let the length of her bare arms press against the length of his; just that; the desire went no further.

-The Fountainhead
By Ayn Rand

I think its pretty obvious that I feel the way that the above character does in the novel that we are currently reading in my English class. Funny think because out of anyone in that book, I hate her. Yesterday, we went to a neighboring congo and to be honest, I really liked it. I learned that people that are humble are nicer. I should be more humble. Plus my daddy did really good on his talk. There was one thing that really bothered me though. They got my dad's last name wrong and for those two hours, we were Mendez.

Here's the deal: MENDOZA!!!

Jackrabbit Street

This week I was talking to an old friend and I realized something that I had never thought of before. Since basically we teens make things "fashion", I realized that being teens going into adulthood makes us more aware of things. This thing, I wonder though, if its really something to be aware of or just mere fashion. Lately I think people take friendships for granted and friends no longer exist, just the thought of a friendship. We are not friends, we are acquaintances. In my personal opinion, this is dumb. because I'd think an acquiantance is someone that I have in class or that I've had like two very AMAZING conversations with. But that is not what I am here to write about. Before I get to what I am here for, I have to say that I've become cynical. I refuse to fall in the crowd and be mediocre but I can say one thing for sure; we are all selfish.

Ok now to my point. What I am about to say comes straight from the heart and is the truth and nothing but the truth.

I have very few FRIENDS. And I literally mean FRIENDS. Friend as in the way that Webster defines it: one attached to another by affection or esteem. But I'm here to talk about ONE very special and dear friend whose friendship I value like gold.

This friend I met three years ago. It was April and our convention had just finished. I was having a conversation when this group of kids (LOL) approached us. Two boys and a girl. The girl I thought was very pretty and I liked her purple dress. She seemed nice in a way that not a lot of people are and I liked her pleasantness. She wasn't there very long but I can remember this very well only because of the events that followed our encounter (which are irrelevant to this blog).

It took a year for us to hang out. We don't see each other often, but, what I think makes this friendship special is the reliance that we have on each other. This girl is not just beautiful, she has an incredibly unique personality and that is truly something that I admire. She is one of the few people that I look up to and can't wait till our next hangout. With tears in our eyes, we have gone through some really hard times and we have laughed our butts off to the dumbest things. Her strength as a woman has helped cheer up a lot of her girls and even me at times.

One time, I was reading something silly and it said something like " BFF, when we are old, we'll be chasing each other in the nursing home in our wheelchairs". Well if we get to that age, that will be us. There is so much I can learn from her because even if she doesn't know, she'll learn. No matter how sad this world gets, her smile is just like the hope for a better tomorrow. I KNOW this is my friend (and if you're gonna tell me we're acquaintances I'll personally drive to your house with a bat!!!)

My dear Abby Love. My friend at heart. My sister. My Love :P

Books don't teach everything, Neither does life.

I am not happy today. In fact, very lately I find myself thinking about stuff that makes me upset. The way I see things and analyze just about everything, has given me, literally, a stomach ache. I have not been able to go a single day without my stomach feeling gross and nervous. To be honest, it's very annoying, not because of the things I think about, but because of the effect that I imagine these things will have on my actions. There is one thing about me that I don't understand. It is am intriguing flaw and quality of my character that I question everyday; such a thing, is the thing that makes me wonder how ok is my sanity.

Today is one day, like many others, that I woke up, went to school, listened to an annoying lecture, fought my french class, read, kicked to Justin Beiber's I Just Need Somebody to Love, took a quiz, dissected a brain, filed some papers, took insult to one of my opinions, came home, checked my Facebook, read some stuff and now I'm up to this point. My anger. I really don't think that I have anger issues. I think I am very calm, in fact, I know I am patient. I'll admit however that when I lose it, its bad and I don't let go of it for a while. The thing is that I don't usually lose my head. There are ways, however, to make me lose it very, very fast. The latest of all is people's ignorance.

So like I said today, I took offense in one of my opinions, and this is what I came here to analyze. Sometimes, mostly lately, I look at a person and a voice inside my head goes, Who are you?, even though I've been knowing that person forever. Sometimes, its not forever, but I still think, Who are you? We've been studying the brain in anatomy and I have not stopped to be amazed by its capabilities( If I were to be a doctor, I'd be a neurologist).

Here's the way I see it.

Can anyone criticize the way another person feels or thinks?

Back in grammar school, they taught me that there are two ways to differentiate two things. Fact and opinion. Facts are supported by proof. Opinions aren't. So why must opinions be a matter of argument? The only things that are important in life are facts. Here are a few facts on life: We are born, we grow, we reproduce, we age, and we die. Everything else is just a matter of opinion; the way we are raised, the way we grow, the way one chooses to reproduce, what we do in life and what we make out of life. Why? Because everyone has a different opinion in the way that these things should be done. That is all an opinion is; a thought on what something should be.


Here's something else, this is about me. I don't consider myself to be super smart. I do however, acknowledge that I have a sense of intelligence. The way that I have acquired my intelligence is absolutely irrelevant. Why then, must I be judged by the latter? No one cares where we learned things as long as they are learned correctly. Forming my own opinions should not be a trivial matter. I admit that the way I think is neither wrong or right and it is not influenced by my knowledge. The way I think is just a reflection of FACTS. I'm very realistic and I say things how they are. Of course, I think before I say things. Thinking faster though, has been of my benefit. I am always thinking and I hate myself for it because I question a lot of things.I am an Interpersonal thinker. If I want things to go a certain way, I am the only product that can influence the result. Will it happen? I don't know. What does all this have to do with me being smart? Absolutely NOTHING! I am not smart because I read. I am smart because I listen and look for facts; even if the facts are hurtful.

My latest lesson in life that I, myself, am still trying to accept, is that the truth hurts but we have to accept it anyways. Nothing lasts forever, and that is just another fact.

Lost Days of Honor

I am inspired to write.

I just finished one of the most interesting novels of all time. To me it is one of the greatest love stories and no one can change my mind. It arises a question in me. What happened to those days when men devoted themselves to women? Oh, I know. Women achieved equality. Well, although that is fine and dandy, something was amiss. Our feelings. Us women were so selfish with ourselves that we forgot that we had this strong will within us. It is a power that drives us. That power that does not require men. I'd like to call it our charm. Very seldom can a man refuse a girl's charm, not saying it is impossible, but it is true. I think men and women can very well live without each other if they don't care to procreate. However, we complete each other. Love is this one fishy little thing that not a lot of people can understand because they let it die. Yes, love is a thing that dies. It not only dies, it kills. I can think of so many examples of people that have died for love. My goodness!

Love is a gift that is exchanged between a man and a woman. So, how come it dies? It used to be that men were chivalrous and, to my point of view, that was possibly when women were better treated. When a man offers absolutely everything to a woman, the woman gives back in return. They complement each other. Yeah, back then, women were seen as creatures that only bore children. But women also proved themselves to be worthy of a lot more and therefore earning respect. When did love turn into something so dirty and sexual? Its something to abhor.

Beauty was something that one was born with, I mean, it still is, but a lot can be done to improve nowadays. See, what I think is that women have become false; treacherous creatures scheming against each other. All that was valuable is lost. We are treated as equals in society to make us independent of the opposite sex. So when it comes to love, it is harder to find that spark.

Lost are the days when little was too much and people were content with enough.

There are rare cases that the latter does not happen. A man and a woman can be passionately in love and give everything to each other. The man will devote to the woman and the woman in return will please her husband. Beautiful lives in which even the smallest amounts of product are sufficient. Men don't have quests and fight for honor. I really think that is where the problem lies. There is no honor. Men have turned their backs to everything that is respectable in a woman because his honor is not at stake. And there is no one to avenge the honor of women either. We stand alone.

How pitiful. It is as if love had lost its purity. Nothing is done out of great deed. No need to train for anything. Oh goodness. I feel as if I am losing faith in humans alone and in love. Every one says that to love someone and to be in love with someone are very different. But the truth is that if you are going to love someone, there has to be more than just love. Love is not everything.

I stand a hopeless romantic.