A situation I encountered recently led me to reminisce about stuff that are best forgotten. And the result of that introspection? This blog entry.

Consider this scenario.

You were so into a guy that you went through the trouble of getting to know him, spending time and effort in the process. It’s so sudden as you only met like yesterday, but you didn’t care. No one had to know anyway. Just you, and him. The way he looked and talked to you, it seemed like the feeling was mutual. Before you know it, you were jumping crazily into bed with him and your mind started churning its way towards the future for both of you. After what you thought was spectacular sex, you go home, take a shower and talk to your best friend on the phone about this wonderful, sexy guy you just went out with.

You wake up the next day feeling normal. You have a vague feeling of excitement about meeting the same guy again. One coffee date later, he still seemed nice, but somehow lacked the surreal aura that surrounded him that day when you made love. The more he stayed in contact with you, he seemed less and less like that gorgeous guy you met and more like someone you wouldn’t even bother befriending. The more you get to know him, the more you regret that you even wish you had that excuse. The sad truth is, you were in full control of your senses when you did it. No one coerced you into doing it, and that fact makes the mistake even harder to swallow. “Am I bitter?” you ask yourself. And your mind answers: “No, you’re not bitter, just stupid”… and you hang your head in shame. You try laughing about it, but all you really want to do is forget all about it.

Forgetting is easier if you never meet this guy again. But if he’s still around because you just happened to shit where you ate, then the morning-after syndrome will hound you for a long, long time.

Experiencing the morning after syndrome brings about this question: