Saturday, April 09, 2005


The Cruel Algebra of Love
The Cruel Algebra of Love
(excerpt from Chuck Dy's Man about town)

-note: if you're a pessimist, cynic, romantic, sentimentalist, whatever-you-call-it...this is worth reading.-

According to an Internet counter on one website dedicated to roughly estimating the population of the Earth at any given moment, the planet is host to 6,509,409,546 people as of 3:30 pm eastern time, March 29, 2005. This counter increases by around 3 units every second, which means that by the time you finish this sentence, there will be enought humans born in that miniscule duration to form a basketball team.

This raises some interesting points such as, "how do they calculate the birth rate as opposed to death rate to arrive a t 3 people per second?" or "who bothers thinking this crap up?", and most significantly, "who will all these new humans vote for on American Idol?" Tantalizing stuff really.

It also calles into question the validity and romance of the One True Love. Lets do the math.

There are six and a half billion people currently converting oxygen. According to further statistics, three-fifths of the world population is female, meaning you're left with just over two and a half billion men to choose from. Deduct the underage boys and the extremely geriartic, along with the married, the mentally deranged, the Catholic priests, and the criminally violent, and you should be left with about (and Im guessing at this point), a billion.

As an added modifier, lets disqualify that huge chunk of men you will NEVER meet anyway due to geographic, language or time constraints. Finally, from the remaining field of potential suitors, lets remove the gay men. As I can find no resources to estimate this demographic, Im going to say that youve still got a fair amount of straight, nominally sane, sperm producing males left to contemplate, and who may reciprocally consider you as a perfect match.

So you see, the first obstacle of serious consideration towards the possibility of the One True Love is that it literally is a one-in-a-few-million lottery. You have to consider the immense amount of good fortune or, if you believe this sort of thing, destiny involved with finding the perfect match given the sheer magnitude of men out there. Its worse than finding a needle in the haystack; its finding a needle in a stack of needles. A girls got to endure a lot of pinheads and pricks.

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When I read that article(which was actually pretty long so I just typed the juicy parts) I ended up saying, "Ah, kaya pala...true...true"

Isnt it funny how freakin twisted things can get in this small world of ours?
A sample scenario woud be like: *inhales* He used to like you but then he ended up liking her instead and then, he on the other hand, has liked you ever since but then he (another he) also likes you too who used to like your friend, who now likes someone else and that someone else happens to like her too, but then he ends up liking you again just when you stopped liking him and just when he started liking her again... *gasps for air* or something like that.

Okay, I didnt get that sentence either.
As to avoid mentioning names or including any details that would jeopardize my lovelife (lol), I opted to state it that way.
But anyway, you get my point right?

Things WILL get crazy, whether you like it or not.
Its either you dont take any chances and end up saying, "I just cant imagine how much I missed coz I was too afraid..." or you take a risk and say, "thats what makes it love...you have to take a risk!"

I have a modified philosophy now.
Theres no such thing as THE ONE.
Only a lot of potential ones.
Chances are, youll end up with ONE who is as brave as you are and who would be willing to fulfill the things that Ely Buendia implies in his oh-so-lovely song, "With A Smile" like "girl, id stay through the bad times...even if I have to fetch you everyday...we;ll get by, with a smile...you can never be too happy in this life..."

Whether you end up with the man of your dreams, your friends ex, your best friend, your ex, another girls suitor, or a member of the same sex (perhaps thats your last option)...as long as he is YOUR perfect match, and you are HIS as well, then the crazy twists you had to go through would be nothing compared to your contentment once you finally find "him".

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