Jul 31, 2006 17:55
I wish I knew at what point that the mind starts to complicate things for us, like emotion and such, and why it seems that people feel the need to disrespect people that haven't been involved in some kind or relationship.
Children have it so easy, girls think boys are icky, and stink, and boys don't care about girls at all they're too busy, playing sports, or watching tv or playing video games. At what point do those all important childhood baubles become neglected for interaction with the opposite sex, or some times the same sex, why do we stop looking at cartoons, and focus more on others attention, does the media play a part in us feeling the need to be needed by them, that it's only right to be interested in girls or boys, and can it be halted, in hopes of saving thos poor childrens hearts?
While I think it's lovely that some people find love, and get to stay in it with someone they want till the end of time, procreating, and salivating over each other at each availible chance, I can't help but think back to all the times that I've had my heart ripped from my chest and stomped on like it didn't mean shit to someone, this kind of thing comes with being in love or infatuated with someone, but I want to know why I felt that way, why was I so devoted to those girls and so wanting of their approval of me.
While children are the perhaps the most brutally truthful, and hurtful examples we have as humans, they are also the most lucky, they don't care about hearts, and they don't have the experience nor the power to grasp what exactly it feels like to learn that someone you'd give your life for, simply doesn't love you anymore.
I wake up everyday to a steaming cup of broken dreams, and shattered hearts, so much so that when I walk I could swear I hear the shards rattling in my chest, but I go on, with a pain I could have never imagined as a child, and with failures I'll carry for the rest of my breaths, I'll go on, even when I feel like picking up the pieces and starting it over again, experience tells me "you know better" and slaps me in the face. There should be a book on growing up and MSDS entry for love. It'd have like 4 straight across the board...