I am currently reading a book; I haven’t finished it so up to this point I cannot write it on my book blog but something about it really wants me to write something about it now.
The story was all about Henry, a 33 year old gay guy who still hasn’t found the right one. To make things worse for him, everything around him seems to not work. His best friends were getting married. He met Luke, a twink who was really into him however he thought that the twink was after his writer friend. Then he met Gale, a guy who really wants however Gale wants his first male sex experience to last. Yes, Gale was the relationship type. He then met Evan, a guy who has everything he wanted for Mr. Right; however Evan was married with another gay guy. Lastly, he met Martin, someone he met on an unusual circumstance who gave up a 21 year relationship.
All of them were connected to Henry in a weird and complicated way. And what was so frustrating about it, Henry cannot understand why he was still single. He even has moments where he contemplated on how miserable his life is. Because he was in love with his best friend’s fiancĂ©, he still cannot move on with his Exes, and the world seems to be playing a big crazy game on him?
Sounds familiar?
I found the need to close the book and start writing this post because I cannot take this anymore. Have you ever felt that something is giving you a straight on, unforgiving reality check on where you at here in this crazy world? The book just gave me that!
Right now, I really cannot stop getting hard on myself because partly, the book gave me an understanding of the things that I am at. Everything about Henry seems to transcend about my life, my relationships and how shitty I am feeling now. Maybe I have the same ego like Henry, or I have his vision of Mr. Right, or maybe I am still single now.
Damn! It’s hard explaining how the book affected me. Now I remember my friend telling me how fortunate I am and how some people look up to me. That I have a good job, I am smart, and I should be confident about myself and though I may think that I am happy with everything that I have, I still need someone. Though I may think I am happy, part of me, like Henry is still hoping, longing and wanting to pull me up in this madness.
Part of me, like Henry, still wants a happy ending.
Enough of the emo post. :D