Its funny sometimes, how we only hurt the people we love. There is a sense of decency somehow amongst the public, that stops us from going that one step lower to trade snide comments and insults. From hurling the absolute (and most painful) truth at someone.
But with our loved ones, we tend to drop our guard more. By sharing our life and our love with them, we supply them with the ammunition to hurt us. By telling them our secrets, our deepest darkest fears, our hopes and our dreams no matter how silly it may seem; we supply them the knife that will inevitably someday cut us.
I witness it a lot, especially since my day to day interaction involves a lot of interaction with couples. Even though I am there, or perhaps because I am there, couples bring out the barbed wire, the fences, and wring it around their partners neck as though it was a joke. And perhaps they really think about it that way, especially when there is an audience nearby.
But why do we do it? air our punishments in public. If there is a trait about her that you dont really like, why should you announce to the world your partners downsides. If he comments on another girl, why must you make snide comments about his past cheating ways.
Why punish in public? or why punish at all?
Its scary, that we do this to ourselves. All of us. After all, we are only human. And in time of anger, and hurt, the only thing you want to do is hurt them back. Try to make them suffer as much as you did. So you do it, pull out everything from the 'deep dark trusting closet' in which they had deposited all parts of their soul with you. You take it all out, and you hurl it at them.
That childhood dream that youve always longed to achieve - Idiot and childish idea
That job that you want to get - You'll never make it or survive there
That dress that you like - makes you look like an elephant/ whore
It makes me wonder sometimes. Why should relationships inevitably fall this way? Ive always thought you would love each other more as days go by. That the quirks becomes the only quirk that you can count on being there.
One day when your partner dies, you may only recount these moments. These lapses in time but a big black burning hole in your partners soul when you had hurled an abuse, an insult, a comment that brings them down. And you would probably wonder, why didnt you treat them better. That you did indeed love that funny thing she did when she slept.
Why cant lovers just treat each other well.
But with our loved ones, we tend to drop our guard more. By sharing our life and our love with them, we supply them with the ammunition to hurt us. By telling them our secrets, our deepest darkest fears, our hopes and our dreams no matter how silly it may seem; we supply them the knife that will inevitably someday cut us.
I witness it a lot, especially since my day to day interaction involves a lot of interaction with couples. Even though I am there, or perhaps because I am there, couples bring out the barbed wire, the fences, and wring it around their partners neck as though it was a joke. And perhaps they really think about it that way, especially when there is an audience nearby.
But why do we do it? air our punishments in public. If there is a trait about her that you dont really like, why should you announce to the world your partners downsides. If he comments on another girl, why must you make snide comments about his past cheating ways.
Why punish in public? or why punish at all?
Its scary, that we do this to ourselves. All of us. After all, we are only human. And in time of anger, and hurt, the only thing you want to do is hurt them back. Try to make them suffer as much as you did. So you do it, pull out everything from the 'deep dark trusting closet' in which they had deposited all parts of their soul with you. You take it all out, and you hurl it at them.
That childhood dream that youve always longed to achieve - Idiot and childish idea
That job that you want to get - You'll never make it or survive there
That dress that you like - makes you look like an elephant/ whore
It makes me wonder sometimes. Why should relationships inevitably fall this way? Ive always thought you would love each other more as days go by. That the quirks becomes the only quirk that you can count on being there.
One day when your partner dies, you may only recount these moments. These lapses in time but a big black burning hole in your partners soul when you had hurled an abuse, an insult, a comment that brings them down. And you would probably wonder, why didnt you treat them better. That you did indeed love that funny thing she did when she slept.
Why cant lovers just treat each other well.
