Sometimes I want to just tie my emotions to a chair and beat them into submission. Submission being indifference, serenity, and nonchalance.
Why does it have to be so damn hard?
*Sigh*
Maybe I'll interrogate my emotions on the whereabouts of my intelligence while I'm at it. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think anything had changed or could change or would change. I can't stand deceitfulness. But I deceived myself really. Such is life.
I realized where all my perceptions of men and love have come from: Dangerous Liaisons
"Those most worthy of love are never made happy by it. Do you still think men love the way we do? No...men enjoy the happiness they feel. We can only enjoy the happiness we give. They are not capable of devoting themselves exclusively to one person. So to hope to be made happy by love is a certain cause for grief."
These perceptions, dismal and morbid they may be, are still nonetheless, true. Undeniably true.
It's such a shame. I always felt I was merely holding out for the right person to come along; turns out, there is no right person - just a bunch of wrong ones.
*Always.
Caitlin
Sometimes those most worthy of love are not made happy by it. ~Dangeous Liaisons
It is on the strength of observation that one finds a way; so we must dig and delve unceasingly. ~Claude Monet 1840-1926