Friday, December 30, 2005
These past few days may have been exciting, but what a way to end them with a single depressing moment. I'll start with the great news. The last four days (at least three of the four of them) consisted of basketball practice and seeing this sweet-looking and -sounding girl there. Of course, I aggrandized my basketball skills a lot. And I'm getting thinner, haha. . . . little by little. I hung out with the kids from the basketball club (including said girl) and we created the start of a somewhat long-term friendship. Truly, I am excited as I was when I started help creating that friendship. Today and yesterday one of the club members went with me to watch the high school basketball championships. Man, were they awesome! Who knew that ryuugakusei (international students) were allowed to be placed on the roster! I have to tell you, the games reminded me of watching college basketball on television. . . . Who knows? I might be there to watch "March Madness" with you Americans when I come back from Tokyo!
And such was the happy news. What got me slightly depressed and moping was when I was talking with a friend, who's also on the basketball club. I told him that I liked the [aforementioned] girl (see last paragraph) and he replied, "Did you know she has a boyfriend?" to which I responded by asking, "who," followed by his response: "He's small. . . " (all right, so maybe I could beat him up, I thought) " . . . and he's also in the basketball club." (to which I stopped in slight bewilderment because I knew the girl and the nice guy named --- I won't mention his name --- were constantly joking around together. That's when I knew . . . my days were numbered. "They've been going out for six months," my friend told me, and my heart sank to a deeper level.
We were going to Odaiba to see a game show festival, but noticing that it would have been too late, we skipped back towards Ochanomizu to split, and on the way, I decided to ask him that question. It wasn't a good idea, but at least I got the truth out, lest I would make a complete, blithering fool of myself. I don't know, man, I constantly have the worst luck with girls I like. They're always taken. As quoted from my friend, "All the nice and pretty ones are taken." Amen, brother.
And why is it so? I sit here moping like a child who laments over the mere fact that he didn't get his choice of toy. I want to cry. I really do. Seriously.
Dear God,
I hope everything is all right with you. I've seen Bruce Almighty, and have discerned that you do a lot to keep the world in check. So far, you've done a heck of a lot for me and parents and my siblings to get us where we are today, because if we didn't have you, I wouldn't be sitting in the opposite side of the world enjoying this great, educational experience that so few that I myself know get to the opportunity to do. In addition to praying for good health and solidarity to the people that I know and love dearly, I want to ask you one small (though it may seem a little selfish) favor. You see, God, I've been in the slums lately because I've realized that for more than twenty-one years, I've lacked the kind of admiration that every other guy seems to receive, and I wonder, "why is it that I seem like the only one who" . . . "well" . . . "can't get any." No! My fault; let me rephrase that. I imagine that the girls at my current campus have at least some thing for me and are more than willing to get to know me a little more, so I ask you this one thing: please give me the courage, the strength, the compassion to start a kind of friendship with these girls and through that, I politely ask you to guide me in courting one of them. Of course, it's up to you, Lord, because you have done everything that I deserve, but I want to ask you this because you've seen many people as lonely (or even worse) as I am, and so, if you can find a way to forgive me in telling this truth --- that which seems selfish --- please do it. I ask you to give a courage and confidence and most importantly, patience, in understanding what girls are because, I am only a person of the opposite sex; I don't have a feminine brain or body or . . . yeah. Pray for me in this. I'll need it a lot because I'm somewhat inexperienced in starting these kinds of relationships. Thanks for everything you've done for me; I really am grateful. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours truly, Jerome
Matt Groening said, that "love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath." If it hurts that much, then I'd be the first to volunteer! At least here in Tokyo. There are reasons as to why I think Japanese girls are more likable, but I want to make my blog less argumentative. All I'd want (besides having God in my life, my parents, a good education, and the clothes on my back) is a sweet, loving, acts-like-herself Japanese girl that could speak so-so English --- so maybe I'd teach her and stuff --- and then I would be "happy" (it really is a "yuppie" word). Lord, I'm really counting on you.
L'chaim. May this new and upcoming new year bring tidings to each and every one of you! Don't be sympathetic over this blog-thing; I'll be fine. Take care, y'all.
posted @ 12/30/2005 11:03:00 PM
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