Do you ever get that feeling that you know someone likes you? I rarely get to feel that simply because 1.) I’m often oblivious with what’s going on around me and 2.) I just don’t know the signs. Yes. Someone Anxious is also Obviously Oblivious.
The Certified Olympian once told me that people often don’t see it when people like “like” them. People are often more perceptive when it comes to other people liking their friends… In my head, I guess people are gossips that way. But I also think that people are always more concerned about others than themselves. In a way, everyone has the inclination to be a silent hero.
But despite years of not knowing the signs and playing the silent hero type; last Valentine’s Day (cheesy huh?) I realized that someone actually liked me. Someone actually like “like” me. I felt it when an old acquaintance had a one minute conversation with me and I just knew that he did. That this boy (who by the way I’m so not close to) liked me in my super short black dress, smelly blue flats, half-pony tailed hair and contact lenses. That this boy who stuttered and tried to find the words to compliment me but couldn’t, actually liked me and my extra baggage despite seeing me when I was 10 lbs. less.
So to my uncle who constantly reminds me that I will never find anyone who will be interested in me while I’m 153 lbs. and to my father who would be tease me constantly (at times that would just make me depressed) about losing weight…
…Fuck off.
I’m beautiful to someone and to my heavy, heaving but emotionally healthy heart, that’s all that matters.
To all the women out there who feels the same about theirs,
Cheers!
Someone Anxious
