Incredible Hulk On The Loose

I hate myself when I get jealous. Insecurity is my worst nightmare, really. It makes me succumb to my baser instincts. Or rather I succumbed to my baser instincts first that's why I get green. I'm not really sure. Which came first the chicken or the egg? Wait, but which is the egg and the chicken in the first place?

I think the egg is the succumbing. I imagine it similar to impregnation. Jealousy is the chicken, or rather, the chick.

The Sex: I yield to my baser instincts, entertaining the possibility that the skin-deep shrimp deserves my envy. I open his account and check if he visits her page. And I discover that he does and he even comments on her pictures. Unfuckinbelievable.

Labor and Abortion: I fight its birth as I don't want to stoop down their level. Reason tells me that what they had is over. But I also know him well enough to know that he is flirting with this lower life form. My friend Aurora once told me that I shouldn't be jealous with women that is not at par with me. But then, I can't help but feel this strong pang of annoyance and animosity within me because the girl is just so puke-provoking. A bone-headed model? Come on! He should have picked a beautiful girl or a smart one at that. She failed to fill both qualifications.

Even though I keep on battling the labor, the chick persists on coming out for reasons that transcend my intellect.

The Birth: So now, here's incredible hulk on the loose. She cyberstalks, rants and sourgrapes. It makes me ugly.

I can't believe I just made this whole article just to talk about her.--Incredible hulk on the loose.

My self-esteem and self-respect? Bermuda triangulated.

I hate her.

But I hate myself more for hating her.