This Post Is Only For Singles

 I believe there has been some misunderstanding, and we have the memers and satirists to thank for that. I'll have to come to that later, though. First, there's something else. 

It's something that has been pointed out to me a million times by friends. Heck, I've always been one of the people who notice it and poke fun at people who do it. I refer, of course, to something that lovebirds consider normal and normal humans consider hilarious. Not all humans, though. Some of us just didn't grow up, so we do it much more often than others. Moreover, boys will be boys, so this usually means the majority of the male population. 

The efforts. The 'cutesy' messages. Those 'awwww' moments. The human manifestation of the 😍 emoji. That shy smile which just appears whenever the lovebirds speak. Those 'looks'. I've covered most of it, but I doubt I've captured the sappiness of it all yet. I say 'sappy', those in love and some of the romantics say 'aww'. We're not the same bro. I don't usually use these colloquialisms, but this opportunity was golden.

Now, where was I? Oh yes. The sappiness. We've all seen these moments. It's either happened to our best friend, or to a batchmate, or someone you knew. If not, then you will have seen some of these specimens in parks or any other public place. Schools and places frequented by teenagers are perfect for such case studies. 

The one thing I can tell you, without a shadow of doubt, is that boys are absolutely shameless. Not the way you think, mind you. One guy in the group will have finally managed to get into a relationship. That too, after several rejections in some cases. Some of the more fortunate ones get asked out by girls, although such incidents are rarer than polar bears appearing in the Sahara desert. 

Now this esteemed individual, the idol of all his adolescent peers, will go to have a talk with the lady in question. The first time he does this, all his friends are agog. They ask for details and whatnot, goggle-eyed all the while. From that point onwards, know this.

Any self-respecting group of guys will then proceed to make his life miserable by making faces and basically being a humongous nuisance anytime the love guru goes to speak to his opposite number. Given the level of self-respect for the average teenager in matters of the heart, it's surprising anyone even does this anymore.

It's fun, there's no doubt about it. Imagine the scenario, if you please. The lovebirds stand face-to-face, at a distance which is surprisingly close and far at the same time. The boy's friends stand well out of the periphery of the girl's vision, but smack-dab in the boy's view. In other words, in the line of sight of the girl's ears. From that position, all it takes is a wiggle of the eyebrows, or a smile, or just a straight face with the corners of the mouth twitching away to glory. 

Trust me, that is all it takes for this self-possessed male to lose his composure. Not that he hadn't already lost it; he was in denial up until this point. At that point of time, even if he is talking about the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, he will have a smile on his face, which won't be wiped off until he really focusses. If even half of this focus could be applied to studies, we would only have 99-percenters and nothing else.

Nevertheless, it is these moments that those in love live for. Now go read that sentence again. If that made any sense to you, get a brain wipe. You have been taken in by hormonal fluctuations and need a new brain ASAP. All of this-the efforts, the happiness, the fun-is a joke. The only reason why the lovebirds don't realize this is because they are the punchline, and they don't get it. Pun intended. 

Finally, coming to the misunderstanding I mentioned in the beginning. When COVID variants began to be discovered, some smart-alec said that after a point, we'll be able to play a World Cup with the variants. Someone took this literally, which is why we now have a bunch of different variants running around. However, what was intended as the ICC World Cup is turning out to be the FIFA World Cup, with multiple groups and qualifiers. The difference? It's not fun. 

Well, that's it for today. I haven't talked about anything from a girl's perspective, because it's best to let certain things remain a mystery. Male idiocy is no secret, so it doesn't need hiding. Hope everyone takes care and doesn't have to be a part of this World Cup, but I doubt there's a lot we can do about that. Adios!