A week or two ago I watched this one episode of How I Met Your Mother, where Ted, one of the lead characters, has to tear down an architectural landmark (The Arcadian) to make way for a new building he was designing. He was pretty reluctant; at first he thought it was about the building. But then he realized it was really all about a girl who was protesting against his project. His friends then recalled the silliest things he'd done, all for the sake of dating particular girls.
I just love that show (you should watch it, it's awesome). And—not for the first time—I found myself being able to relate to Ted. Embarrassing as it is, I have to admit I may have, on occasion, gone totally out of my way for a girl I liked.
There's this incident from almost ten years ago that I remember vividly. I was in fifth grade, and I had developed a crush on this girl, who upon meeting me, apparently decided that she hated my guts. She teased me relentlessly, until one day she decided to stop; at that moment I realized that I liked her. Now, I don't know what that says about me, but (*cough* masochist *cough*) I guess I was pretty much a hopeless (and clueless) romantic at the age of ten.
So anyway, we were friends already, and there was a fair of sorts in school—with mini-rides, inflatable houses, and all that. I was with a couple of friends when she and a couple of her friends went up to us, joking around and asking to be treated.
And, before I knew it, I had my wallet in my hand. I wasn't a rich kid, so I handed her the remaining 50 pesos in my wallet. I got a sweet smile and a peck on the cheek, and I guess that made my day back then, despite the fact that I had no money left for the rest of the day. Later on she went on to be the first girl to officially break my heart, when she started dating a close friend of mine. Tss, kids those days.
Here I am, ten years later: about five inches taller, with a better haircut and better fitting clothes, but almost exactly the same attitude when it comes to my love life. I may not be tripping over myself in the haste of doing irrational things for every single girl I happen to like, but I can't say I've quit the habit entirely.
Over the years, in the name of dating, or simply liking someone, I have:
- embarrassed myself multiple times by trying to pull off something I normally wouldn't even want to try;
- been dragged into awkward events and situations wherein I knew practically nobody else;
- taken impractically diverted routes home for the sake of being able to commute with aforementioned someone;
- stayed up amazingly late, or woken up amazingly early to talk to said someone (depending on whether she's a midnight or morning person);
- regularly attended classes which I wasn't enrolled in;
- waited for hours, hoping to casually bump into said someone during her free time;
- gotten lost multiple times, trying to find/buy things as gifts;
- learned to play the guitar to impress aforementioned someone;
- totally overhauled my wardrobe (yippee for me);
- played nice (actually, I really am nice), even when it felt like torture;
- tried/am trying to change my attitude toward things (yeah, that's mostly for the better though);
- and some other things which are too specific and/or dramatic to disclose here.
They might sound like totally normal things to do. I guess that's because at some point, we've all done irrational—or, at the very least, uncharacteristic—things for the sake of love, or the faintest illusion of it. If you haven't...well, hang on, you'll find your match.
Does loving or liking make us foolish, or does it make us brave?
Hands down, I'd have to agree that it drives us to make some really awful decisions sometimes. But still, unless you'll end up getting seriously hurt physically or psychologically (or something horrible like that), I'd say go for it.
After all, bad decisions make for good stories. Or so they tell me, anyway.
