The jealous bring down the curse they fear upon their own heads. ~Dorothy Dix
My laptop crashed yesterday. Now I hate the usage of the word "crashed" in this context. Like it is somehow being implied that it met a much gorier end then what was actually the case. And mine certainly did not go hurtling down into a ravine or knife sharp rocks. It just decided to stop functioning. Like it has a mind of its own and has had enough of starting and hibernating and what not. Which is a little exasperating considering the fact that its not even 8 months old. My faith in technology (SONY) deteriorates with time.
The quote up there is interesting in how it sums up a fear within a fear. I am so paranoid of being jealous, when it comes to relationships, that I do everything that I possibly can to not indulge in it, and in the past, defying karmic logic, what I subconsciously feared or possibly foresaw eventually turned out to be true. Cosmic cruelty much? Oh yes sir!
Sometimes I also wonder whether is it just me or have we women, as a gender, unanimously agreed to let go a lot of things in a relationship just so we can avoid that neverending poisonous trip of jealousy we are prone to. The fighting is okay, it can get sorted. The misunderstandings are fine, they can be correctly understood. But what about that which is just restricted to your mind? What about jealousy?
Talking only for myself, a LOT of times, when certain fleeting comments hurt me, I would just pretend to not have heard. Or worse, I'll try to overcompensate for it and end up making it a little worse for myself. Because obviously I can't show the other person that I am insecure! Or that it actually does hurt me sometimes when they make stray remarks. It's like the unspoken Woman-Code.
You don't show it.
You are allowed to do whatever you wish to, in order to make yourself feel better. Anything BUT telling the truth. You can complain about it to your girlfriend on the phone, you can convey your irritation in disguised ways, you can retreat in your shell and be hostile for a while, heck..you can write in your journal about it! But not a word. And those of us who ARE bold/stupid/classy enough to give their *insert relationship here* a good (and much deserved) mouthful are invariably termed as "insecure psycho freaks".
Its a harsh harsh world out there. But its best to treat it like a mouthful of wine. Keep it on the tip of your tongue, swill it around your mouth cautiously, taste it with even more wariness, and finally, because there's not much else left to do, swallow.
My laptop crashed yesterday. Now I hate the usage of the word "crashed" in this context. Like it is somehow being implied that it met a much gorier end then what was actually the case. And mine certainly did not go hurtling down into a ravine or knife sharp rocks. It just decided to stop functioning. Like it has a mind of its own and has had enough of starting and hibernating and what not. Which is a little exasperating considering the fact that its not even 8 months old. My faith in technology (SONY) deteriorates with time.
The quote up there is interesting in how it sums up a fear within a fear. I am so paranoid of being jealous, when it comes to relationships, that I do everything that I possibly can to not indulge in it, and in the past, defying karmic logic, what I subconsciously feared or possibly foresaw eventually turned out to be true. Cosmic cruelty much? Oh yes sir!
Sometimes I also wonder whether is it just me or have we women, as a gender, unanimously agreed to let go a lot of things in a relationship just so we can avoid that neverending poisonous trip of jealousy we are prone to. The fighting is okay, it can get sorted. The misunderstandings are fine, they can be correctly understood. But what about that which is just restricted to your mind? What about jealousy?
Talking only for myself, a LOT of times, when certain fleeting comments hurt me, I would just pretend to not have heard. Or worse, I'll try to overcompensate for it and end up making it a little worse for myself. Because obviously I can't show the other person that I am insecure! Or that it actually does hurt me sometimes when they make stray remarks. It's like the unspoken Woman-Code.
You don't show it.
You are allowed to do whatever you wish to, in order to make yourself feel better. Anything BUT telling the truth. You can complain about it to your girlfriend on the phone, you can convey your irritation in disguised ways, you can retreat in your shell and be hostile for a while, heck..you can write in your journal about it! But not a word. And those of us who ARE bold/stupid/classy enough to give their *insert relationship here* a good (and much deserved) mouthful are invariably termed as "insecure psycho freaks".
Its a harsh harsh world out there. But its best to treat it like a mouthful of wine. Keep it on the tip of your tongue, swill it around your mouth cautiously, taste it with even more wariness, and finally, because there's not much else left to do, swallow.
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