VORTEX OF ICK AND SUCH.
“Nobody stays together anymore.” Here’s one of those clichéd lines. Not to say that there is absolutely no validity to the statement, certainly not at all. Tho that is an entirely different matter to be delved into.
Everyone knows that couple that really never should have been, truly shouldn’t be, and will be ending soon. Every other day. Interestingly enough, these are the same couples that make it far past their expiration date. (Which at times is the day after they started, but who’s counting?)
Unfortunately, for all too many, the news of a couple’s quarrel immediately translates into they are not meant to be, or that they are destined to fall apart- and in their eyes, usually it is on a sooner more than later base.
Those who just barely came out of the horrendous break up alive now can live to tell the tale. With their now superior knowledge, they can predict the world on relationships. Miss Cleo was jealous when she found out about this special group of individuals. She herself was not able to obtain a meaningful relationship with that voice of hers. Ergo, she was able to tell pathetic lovers how they will stay together. That must correlate to her downfall.
I’m terrified of the lineage here for Dr. Ruth.
Those who stayed in the horrendous relationship for way too long and knew it are now those who parade around their tumultuous love stories for those who date enter into something happier. Through their years of experience in being in a bitter, torturing, loveless relationship they managed to personify “do as I say, not as I do.” From the looks of things, and track records prevailing here, it appears as tho they do enjoy putting such misery on themselves. Good for them, I say. Glad they could finally find something that makes them happy- Being miserable for the rest of their days. However grand this could be for those sick puppies, they at the same time will also find the perfect downfall for any other unsuspecting lover. Way to rain on my parade, right?
Words of the end for many of these people do resonate with them long after the fact. It is like saying something to a jury and then requesting them to dismiss that statement. Already heard it. Ops too late for too many. That’s just how it works. When tiffs flare up again, guess what sentences will be ringing their tune in the mind of that pissed off lover. You guessed it.
“Misery loves company.” Here we go again. Well this one is just fact. Those gloom faces travel in packs. They love to out do each others stories of heart ache and betrayal. And after just about getting off on the thought of out doing that other guy, they proceed to go home and cry about it anyway. Thrive on bringing others down with them. Being the lone shine of happiness around such a morbid group also proves detrimental. Somewhere along that train of crash-again, they are bound to get sucked in. Entirely relates to the aforementioned.
Ok. So if you’re fortunate enough to find a special someone that makes your little heart go flutter, you’re only to find that most of the free known world is out to piss a purple sunshine on your cute affair. Doomed to be in that gutter where they have set up a decent sized community of black-hearted bastards. (Some more organized freaks settle down into partitioned off communes for your convenience.) There they will ‘joyously’ await the day that older guy brings the cool-aid. And they want you to come with them.
Even if you think it’s not going to happen to you-- oh no you won’t get sucked into the vortex of embittered suckers-- you’ll soon find that somewhere along the road for these people replaced their love, solace, and compassion for this uncanny ability to hoover your ass into their realm of Hell in one way or another. Sometimes, it is not so obvious.
So you go out for a relaxing evening. There you stumble upon one of those anti-happy preaching commune things. Various attempts are made at recruiting you. You resist. Make it home with enough energy to think that you’ve escaped unscathed... only to find more random energy and write about it. Took that class well, now didn’t we?
They got you. Damn it.
Everyone knows that couple that really never should have been, truly shouldn’t be, and will be ending soon. Every other day. Interestingly enough, these are the same couples that make it far past their expiration date. (Which at times is the day after they started, but who’s counting?)
Unfortunately, for all too many, the news of a couple’s quarrel immediately translates into they are not meant to be, or that they are destined to fall apart- and in their eyes, usually it is on a sooner more than later base.
Those who just barely came out of the horrendous break up alive now can live to tell the tale. With their now superior knowledge, they can predict the world on relationships. Miss Cleo was jealous when she found out about this special group of individuals. She herself was not able to obtain a meaningful relationship with that voice of hers. Ergo, she was able to tell pathetic lovers how they will stay together. That must correlate to her downfall.
I’m terrified of the lineage here for Dr. Ruth.
Those who stayed in the horrendous relationship for way too long and knew it are now those who parade around their tumultuous love stories for those who date enter into something happier. Through their years of experience in being in a bitter, torturing, loveless relationship they managed to personify “do as I say, not as I do.” From the looks of things, and track records prevailing here, it appears as tho they do enjoy putting such misery on themselves. Good for them, I say. Glad they could finally find something that makes them happy- Being miserable for the rest of their days. However grand this could be for those sick puppies, they at the same time will also find the perfect downfall for any other unsuspecting lover. Way to rain on my parade, right?
Words of the end for many of these people do resonate with them long after the fact. It is like saying something to a jury and then requesting them to dismiss that statement. Already heard it. Ops too late for too many. That’s just how it works. When tiffs flare up again, guess what sentences will be ringing their tune in the mind of that pissed off lover. You guessed it.
“Misery loves company.” Here we go again. Well this one is just fact. Those gloom faces travel in packs. They love to out do each others stories of heart ache and betrayal. And after just about getting off on the thought of out doing that other guy, they proceed to go home and cry about it anyway. Thrive on bringing others down with them. Being the lone shine of happiness around such a morbid group also proves detrimental. Somewhere along that train of crash-again, they are bound to get sucked in. Entirely relates to the aforementioned.
Ok. So if you’re fortunate enough to find a special someone that makes your little heart go flutter, you’re only to find that most of the free known world is out to piss a purple sunshine on your cute affair. Doomed to be in that gutter where they have set up a decent sized community of black-hearted bastards. (Some more organized freaks settle down into partitioned off communes for your convenience.) There they will ‘joyously’ await the day that older guy brings the cool-aid. And they want you to come with them.
Even if you think it’s not going to happen to you-- oh no you won’t get sucked into the vortex of embittered suckers-- you’ll soon find that somewhere along the road for these people replaced their love, solace, and compassion for this uncanny ability to hoover your ass into their realm of Hell in one way or another. Sometimes, it is not so obvious.
So you go out for a relaxing evening. There you stumble upon one of those anti-happy preaching commune things. Various attempts are made at recruiting you. You resist. Make it home with enough energy to think that you’ve escaped unscathed... only to find more random energy and write about it. Took that class well, now didn’t we?
They got you. Damn it.