Robin

I realized that of all the tv serials I’ve ever watched, the one woman I can really relate to is Robin from HIMYM. (Apart from Carrie and Samantha from SATC, I am an unfortunate mix of the two)

Which is odd because I dislike that TV serial and out of all characters, she bores me the most.

I was just looking through tumblr and got happy when I saw this picture, and then I got reminded of how a friend told me I could at least pretend I hated these stuff, or the usual girly “That’s disgusting! So scary!!!!” when guys tell me gross stuff like how they caught a mouse to feed their pet snake and, in full detail, how the snake killed the rat.

I am the most unfortunate mix of a girl and a boy because I love dead bodies, the slow details of torture, so sue me. Screw flowers and dates to picturesque places to take fuck loads of pictures, I just love to lay on the couch, cuddling in our PJs. And have I also mentioned that I really hate flowers? I really do. They are meaningless. If I wanted flowers, I’ll get it myself to spruce up my dining table. I hate teddy bears, unless caught in an UFO machine (a huge turn on when you see a man try his best to get a stupid bear that he doesn’t give a fuck about out of a stupid machine).

I hate Bruno Mars. I don’t get why girls love dumb fuck songs like “Grenade” because it is stupid. I mean, seriously now, pulling a piano uphill on a rope? Are you being serious now? What kind of a girl would want a suicidal man that would die for her? I hate “A Thousand Years”, it is corny as fuck. Like seriously, if it was so tough, why don’t you just die already?

So, you get the idea.

The most unfortunate shit is that I really need to get my act together, grab me some balls and tell the guy I love him. And thing is, I’d only tell someone I love him only when I know I want nothing with him anymore.

Which, brings me to a quote that has resurfaced again, thanks to my dearest bro,

“She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ like a normal person,” he says. “Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say, ‘You’re an idiot.’ If she tells you you’re an idiot, you’re a lucky man. And if she does say ‘I love you,’ she’s already broken up with you in her mind.”- Ted to Barney, bout Robin.

And this breaks me because I know how I’m like and I know too well that nobody else will get this. Nobody will tell you that when I say “you’re an idiot”, I am grinning ear to ear and I love you. Nobody will tell you that “silly” is my term of endearment and I am dying to hug you.

But that’s just as well, it is always better to be friends. Really. Less trouble, less problems. Fuss-free.

Bonne nuit.