'Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire'

�Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire�

by: Prinsesa

�is a phrase I�ve read a long time ago, but only recently remembered. Come to think of it, it really does describe the situati0n I�m in.

            As Ruth said before, nagkaron nako ng babaerong boyfriend tapos ung ipinalit kopa, mas babaero. Well yeah, that�s exactly what I did. I replaced a �friendly� ex-boyfriend with Mr. C0ngeniality. Dumb, huh? It calls to mind images of rats jumping into the ocean to escape a sinking ship. I got out of a certain situation only to get into a similar one, only with the degree exponentialized. Not just intensified, mind you. Exponentialized.

            Yup, looks like the cycle of my life has begun again. But this time, everything seems like they�re on fast forward. GirlNumberOne comes and goes, then NumberTwo, Three, Four, Five� soon I�d be using both hands to count them all. Fast, isn�t it? I haven�t even been given enough time to heal properly, the next thing I know, there goes an0ther one. [Actually, he does absolutely nothing to contribute to the expediency of my recovery process, but that�s another story.]

            Because of the water cycle, dihydrogen oxide becomes a renewable resource. Thanks to the cycle my life is revolving in, pain has become a renewable resource for me. Just like the fountain of life, it is never completely used up. It just keeps on flowing, no matter how much I want it to stop.

            This is not an ode to martyro0m, or even a letter of complaint. Even I am not so sure of what it is, actually. I guess this is more of an inquiry. A question to myself- Why do I keep on doing this? When will I learn to gauge when enough is enough? Will I ever get tired of crying?

            More importantly, it is a question I ask him. The question doesn�t run along the lines of How, When, or even Who. I don�t have the strength to attempt to find out these things, much less to hear it directly from him. All I ask is a simple why. Why, after he swore that he never would? Why, when he told me that with him, things would be different? And why must he continue to do it over and over and over again?