Lets scold.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
♥ Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Yap, lets scold.
You! You who think that romance is all about a trade. What you can receive with what you can give. You who dare trade money for looks. You who provide companionship in exchange for one. You who believe that love is a toy, dazzlingly new and precious at first, but increasingly monotonous and banal at the end. You who even believes that love begins and ends.
What a travesty. What a flagrant disregard for the many relationships who have gone through that are beyond your comprehension or imagination. And you... you who havent seen pass yourself far enough to accept or give love. You say you're cynical and you hide behind the masks of knowledge and experiences of others but not yours..you're an infant who has never touched crayons, but believes colours are ugly. An architect who draws but never constructs, an army general who has held neither a dying man's hand nor a rifle, who's only tool in a a pencil on a map. You're a spectator from afar. And all you have had....are glimpses of people's lives. And you draw flippant conclusions of love.
When you read Nicholas Sparks and Danielle Steele, when you watch 50 first dates and Notting Hill, you look at those endings and you say "yeah right". You hear cases of breakups and friends telling you their other-half's peccadilloes..and you tell yourself, "i told you so". But of course, when you're challenged, you have these wonderful theories and sharings that you speak with candour and conviction. "warmth" is just a word and "intimacy" a taboo, "im crazy about him" is a cliche, and you roll your eyes when someone says "she makes me so happy".
I think you have no opinion of your own. You're so afraid to go through the hell and high waters of a relationship, you hide behind your own BS. And when someone happens to come along, you brush him/her aside. You let these books and these people hinder you from witnessing something so incredible, why i wonder. Because you think you're independent? What's that? That you dont need anyone or that you pack so many friends and so many events in your life you're missing life itself?
But i dont believe that you really believe your crap. I am wondering whether there are times you are envious, or even jealous of people who never seemed to experience your sense of loneliness. I am curious to know if behind all that facade, you want a relationship so bad that you end up being in denial.
Are you that sure someone just cant make you happy or accepts you the way you are? Or is there no more to you. You are a walking talking apotheosis of an
eros-pariah. yap, thats hte word. A love outcast. A person who scrutinises from afar but has never been in. A person so frightened to face the realities of who he or she is, that he/she'd dimiss the very possibility of someone falling in love with that reality. Listen...wake up!
Smell the fresh air of freedom and flowers. Taste the sweet coffee and care. Devour the chocolates and kisses. Be lovey dovey. Be emo, be obsessive, be cheesy, i dont give a damn. Just wake up.
