I was thinking yesterday about a certain someone, who I try not to think about to often, but end up thinking about him anyway. I was wondering why I felt the way I did/do about him. I often pretend conversations with him where he asks me why I love him. I reply that I don't know, because I try to think about anything that stands out that he did for me. He wasn't particularly nice to me or compassionate or sympathetic when I was having a rough time. It was always about him. I always felt like I was apologizing for things that now I know were dumb to apologize for. He was always upset. But I loved him. I was scared to lose him. And while I knew he didn't love me back I still loved him. Everything I did when it came to him defied logic. My heart got in the way and I could not think rationally and continued to hope.
This battle between my heart and my head infiltrate so many parts of my life. I want so badly to not let my heart get in the way, to think rationally and logically... But when it comes down to it, I want to be loved, I want to be taken care of. My heart gets in the way.
"Cartoonist Gary Larson defines luposlipaphobia as the fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly-waxed floor. According to my reading of the astrological omens, there is a real danger you could fall victim to that deluded phobia. And it is definitely a delusion. No timber wolves will be in your immediate future. If you hope to avoid this mistaken anxiety, as well as other equally irrelevant and unproductive superstitions, you should have a nice long talk with yourself as soon as you finish reading this. Be very clear and strict and rational as you explain how important it is to be very clear and strict and rational right now. "
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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