It's been an odd week/weekend for me recently, a lot of work, writing material and interactions with certain individuals has left me with an odd, hollow feeling in my stomach with a lot to think about.
I'm a firm believer in that everything happens for a reason and that mistakes are a part of it: things are supposed to happen to us. Good, bad, painful, happy, angry,indifference: in the grand scheme of things it appears to slot perfectly into place with hindsight.
Hindsight - it's a beautiful gift even if we end up kicking ourselves for not assessing a situation or a person with rationality. But had we not been through that experience and come out the other side, we wouldn't have had our revelations with hindsight.
It's almost ironic how everyone is fed this idea of everlasting happiness and all the perks that allegedly come with it - and we believe it. I'm not 100% certain about this, happiness is a mood; it comes and goes.
Call me the pessimist but I genuinely believe that the plastic, commercialised idea of everlasting love and happiness doesn't exist. And it is the realisation of sky high expectation that ends up breaking people.
But, this doesn't mean that everything is a Shakespearean tragedy: things have to come to an end naturally or forcefully. I just don't buy into the whole idea of being happy and in love forever - I think we just get used to people and adapt to situations over time.
The imagery of "everlasting happiness" is first introduced to us as young children are the happily ever after endings that dominate Disney movies, then "rom-coms", things like Valentines Day etc.
Yes, I am the anti-cupid. Why? Well, unfortunately these things subconsciously influence us with regards to how we view ourselves, others and relationships in general. When things don't work out, we imagine ourselves on a killing spree as heartless b*tches but in reality? You cry endlessly and blame yourself for everything that went wrong. Even if it wasn't your fault.
Sooner or later we find out (painfully) that true love's first kiss is often a clumsy, teenage fumble that fizzles out faster than a Chinese cracker in a monsoon. Then the supposed feelings of exhilaration, dancing in fields (without hay fever) and gazing into your betrothed eyes lovingly doesn't last forever and after 6 months you voluntarily want to stick pins in your eyes.
Then we find out that these films never told us how painful, annoying, unreliable, immature and ridiculous the process is. And that Prince Charming doesn't exist - sorry, but "perfect" people are terrifying. Example: the guy from American Psycho. Enough said.
I'd love to sit here and say how all of the above is just made up, but sadly it isn't. It's all part of a long process and it teaches you so many things: look after yourself no matter what.
There's someone for everyone and they're not going to be the perfect Prince Charming but it's important that they don't complete you or fill an empty space in your heart. They have to complement you and you need to make sure that you are ready. Toying with people's hearts and feelings is cruel. I wish the people who did it realised that.
I'm a firm believer in that everything happens for a reason and that mistakes are a part of it: things are supposed to happen to us. Good, bad, painful, happy, angry,indifference: in the grand scheme of things it appears to slot perfectly into place with hindsight.
Hindsight - it's a beautiful gift even if we end up kicking ourselves for not assessing a situation or a person with rationality. But had we not been through that experience and come out the other side, we wouldn't have had our revelations with hindsight.
It's almost ironic how everyone is fed this idea of everlasting happiness and all the perks that allegedly come with it - and we believe it. I'm not 100% certain about this, happiness is a mood; it comes and goes.
Call me the pessimist but I genuinely believe that the plastic, commercialised idea of everlasting love and happiness doesn't exist. And it is the realisation of sky high expectation that ends up breaking people.
But, this doesn't mean that everything is a Shakespearean tragedy: things have to come to an end naturally or forcefully. I just don't buy into the whole idea of being happy and in love forever - I think we just get used to people and adapt to situations over time.
The imagery of "everlasting happiness" is first introduced to us as young children are the happily ever after endings that dominate Disney movies, then "rom-coms", things like Valentines Day etc.
Yes, I am the anti-cupid. Why? Well, unfortunately these things subconsciously influence us with regards to how we view ourselves, others and relationships in general. When things don't work out, we imagine ourselves on a killing spree as heartless b*tches but in reality? You cry endlessly and blame yourself for everything that went wrong. Even if it wasn't your fault.
Sooner or later we find out (painfully) that true love's first kiss is often a clumsy, teenage fumble that fizzles out faster than a Chinese cracker in a monsoon. Then the supposed feelings of exhilaration, dancing in fields (without hay fever) and gazing into your betrothed eyes lovingly doesn't last forever and after 6 months you voluntarily want to stick pins in your eyes.
Then we find out that these films never told us how painful, annoying, unreliable, immature and ridiculous the process is. And that Prince Charming doesn't exist - sorry, but "perfect" people are terrifying. Example: the guy from American Psycho. Enough said.
I'd love to sit here and say how all of the above is just made up, but sadly it isn't. It's all part of a long process and it teaches you so many things: look after yourself no matter what.
There's someone for everyone and they're not going to be the perfect Prince Charming but it's important that they don't complete you or fill an empty space in your heart. They have to complement you and you need to make sure that you are ready. Toying with people's hearts and feelings is cruel. I wish the people who did it realised that.
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