blunt precision.
I don't know why relationships end up being so complicated. The majority of people seem to base the foundation of relationships on complications. Maybe they give them some sense of security? I'm not sure. I don't know when love stopped being unconditional and began to be so inconsistent.
When did it become "ok" to try and tell the person you are supposedly "in love" with what to do? When did such control become obtainable? Even in the most mentally abusive relationships, some can't let go. No matter what kind of altercation takes them away from the title of significant other and brings them to being just another face in the crowd, it's so difficult to let go. And you, on the outside, well, you view it so easily. "why can't she just get over him?" "Why does he just keep coming back?" Maybe logic all depends on distance and how far you stand away from something in order to get a good view on it.
I'm doing that now, and the scene is appalling. I can't differentiate good and evil. I can't even make out any shapes or separate any colors. All i see is a big, black blur of a mess, turning about with unmanageable power. I think all the while I have viewed it like this. All of my days sensibly looking at this situation, I have seen it just as it is: An immense mess with no beginning and absolutely no end in sight.
A long time ago, I used to believe that everything happened for a reason. I thought that in the end, some huge result would finally be viewable and everything would make sense. This was right around the time I believed in the saying "whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." I waited day after day for the results of certain situations to finally show themselves, and I became disappointed as that "stronger" part never really followed the things that "killed" me. I think one day, I just finally realized how hard everything was actually coming down; veracity.
When did it become "ok" to try and tell the person you are supposedly "in love" with what to do? When did such control become obtainable? Even in the most mentally abusive relationships, some can't let go. No matter what kind of altercation takes them away from the title of significant other and brings them to being just another face in the crowd, it's so difficult to let go. And you, on the outside, well, you view it so easily. "why can't she just get over him?" "Why does he just keep coming back?" Maybe logic all depends on distance and how far you stand away from something in order to get a good view on it.
I'm doing that now, and the scene is appalling. I can't differentiate good and evil. I can't even make out any shapes or separate any colors. All i see is a big, black blur of a mess, turning about with unmanageable power. I think all the while I have viewed it like this. All of my days sensibly looking at this situation, I have seen it just as it is: An immense mess with no beginning and absolutely no end in sight.
A long time ago, I used to believe that everything happened for a reason. I thought that in the end, some huge result would finally be viewable and everything would make sense. This was right around the time I believed in the saying "whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." I waited day after day for the results of certain situations to finally show themselves, and I became disappointed as that "stronger" part never really followed the things that "killed" me. I think one day, I just finally realized how hard everything was actually coming down; veracity.