Sunday, May 31, 2015

Why I Hate Marriages



Marriages shouldn't exist. It is the most stupid concept that has been invented on earth. Why two people should have to compromise more than half their lives and ALL their needs just to live together, is beyond me. And DONOT give me that over done excuse of 'LOVE'. Why? 

Because LOVE. DOES NOT. EXIST.

It's just a gay mushy alias for sexual attraction. For lust. For dependency. For an excuse to blame your failures on the other person. It is a misused word to believe that you are finally at the epitome of life. It is the most overrated excuse for every bad action in this world. It is senseless. It is a freakin fairytale. As real as shrek or Prince Charming. It just does not exist. Period.

Humans were born independent. They are conditioned to live independent. Why else would every person have different needs and personalities? If they were supposed to live in pairs, every person would have a soul mate. And by soul mate I mean a perfect copy of yourself in the opposite sex. Same favourite colors, same favourite ice cream flavors, same outlook on life, same passions and goals. So there would be no conflicts between the two. Nobody would ever have to compromise or sacrifice. Those words wouldn't even exist! No resentments, no grievances. 

There would be NO negativity.

But since reality is harsh and there is no such thing as perfect soulmates, two normal humans are NOT conditioned to live together. Why would you want to waste your life fighting over mundane things like where you would like to place that pillow and whether or not you should get black or white shelf? Why should two people be stuck forever with each other and give up on socializing, dating or meeting new people without the fear of 'cheating' on their partners? (Omg you looked at him, you are a whore! Omg you touched her hand, you freakin ba*t*rd! Get my drift?) 

Everyone should have the freedom to do whatever they want. If you want to keep your shoes near the door, you should be able to do that. If you want to watch gossip girl the entire day with a gallon of white chocolate raspberry truffle in your hands, you should be able to do that. Hell you should be able to just get up and leave to another city for a week if you want to. To fall in love with anyone that you want. This is your life. Your choices. Not the choice of a person who decides to live with you just because his parents said so and cares nothing of what you want or need just cuz he doesn't FU*KING KNOW YOU. 

It's apparent. I hate marriages. I hate weddings. 

Thursday, May 21, 2015

That fleeting Memory


It's weird how a person could be living the perfect life and comes a moment when a memory flows by. 

Touching you slightly, reminding you it's still there. 

You say hello and goodbye at the same time. You don't want that memory to linger. Don't want that empty void to grab your attention. Remind you of whats not there. You want to stay fulfilled and happy. 

But that memory nudges you. Waiting for you to pay more attention to it. To accept the feelings it bought with it. No matter how much they hurt.

And one day you give in to it. As exasperated as you are, you decide to accept it. And take on the bleak feelings that come with it. As much as you are high in life, you do look inside and give a thought to what it is that's bothering you. 

And you realize. And then you admit.

You miss. 

You miss that fascination with sleek fast cars. You miss the intelligent sarcasm. You miss that red hot anger that flared from time to time. You miss being yourself and sharing your most sacred thoughts without the fear of being misunderstood. You miss those intimate moments of fierce connection. Most of all you miss that underlying affection that exist under all that those denying words. 

You miss a lot. 

And then you wonder if ever the thought of you crossed that mind. Probably not.

Or probably you don't want it to. 

It's too much work. It's never enough.  

It should just stay this way. 

No matter how much you yearn it. No matter how much you care for it. 

Leave it like you would leave a diamond necklace on the shelf, untouched, unowned. Just beautiful on its own. A beautiful fantasy. 

"The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in." -Olivia Howard Dunbar







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