So I have decided to wallpaper over my previous blog, because I don't want people to view "That" as they welcome themselves into my sanctum. I didn't realise that people actually read what I had to say. I am embarrassed that this is the case, as this blog site was set up so that I could secretly express myself.
I intended that people would be very busy and miss my blogsite in small letters on my Facebook page. But alas this is not the case. Anyway, to all you people that get a giggle about what I write about I'm glad that I had this effect on you.
Todays subject is romantic partnership. I understand how difficult it is for two people to like each other. The planets and the moon have to be aligned and must correspond with the right time and place and bullshit. I'm fucking over it. All the bullshit with feelings. The jealousy and the insecurity that rears it's ugly head in the heart and the mind. It is awful. It is no wonder why people who don't like each other much stay together. The battlefield would be a more cosier place then the romance arena. Running the gamult, wasting hours of thinking of someone, combine and blend energies for what? What is the fucking point to it? Giving birth hurts, but you know its going to be over at some stage or die. Death is like dying and then you don't remember. Falling in love and being in love with someone, is a indefinite situation with pain of the above two. Especially if it is not reciprocated, and extra specially if you can't let go.
For me personally. I like men. I think they are very attractive. Especially if we gel together. I just feel I don't have the neccessary time to waste on trying to find a partner. It's time consuming. I want to live, and I don't really feel that whilst lying in a smack like pool of ecstacy everynight making coocoochoo heart flutters in my chest towards someone whom I can't seem to get out of my mind.
I have been in love and I have felt what it was like to feel despair. They both have similar outcomes. You can't seem to do things.
I am an empath kind of person. If the object of my affection is going through some shady ordeals, I'll sense it. I'll feel it, and writhe in it. He will feel better. His life will start to feel fresher. I'll lay slain, crushed and broken on the virgin snow with all the issues that aren't mine. This is why I have to choose wisely. The question I have to ask myself is "Is he worth the pain?
