How do you say No when someone asks you if you love them?
Perpetual bewilderment. Every time I slow down enough for some-- even if it is merely cursory-- self-examination, I come up with this.
From the melancholic mornings to the euphoric evenings, then the insomia at night and the catatonia at dawn, just shuttling between altered states.
This is the cost of ignorance. This is because two years ago I decided that I didn't want to know myself any more. I decided that self-awareness as overrated and I just wanted to be normal.
Now I am a stranger to myself and look how I constantly surprise me with how cruel and cold-hearted I can be.
From the melancholic mornings to the euphoric evenings, then the insomia at night and the catatonia at dawn, just shuttling between altered states.
This is the cost of ignorance. This is because two years ago I decided that I didn't want to know myself any more. I decided that self-awareness as overrated and I just wanted to be normal.
Now I am a stranger to myself and look how I constantly surprise me with how cruel and cold-hearted I can be.
posted by cavalier at 10:28 AM
6 Comments:
There are things you are allowed not to know, as long as nobody else but God knows about them. (Ever heard of the Johari window?)
A massage is what you need. Just to get the blood (and the love) circulating again.
This post was beautiful.
Well, you say ... `Yes ... if you can stand the fight with that one over there.'
That's how to say `no' the gentle way.
this explains a sad lot of things...
i just realised something deeply shocking and rocking: your title sounds like the title of a Michael Ross song, oh my God!!!
I too s/times wonders If I let go 2 much...I always wonder when I look @ my past pics: Weya did this timid/sweet little gal go???
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