Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Food for thought, perhaps? Pt.2

cont'd...

Days pass after the ending of his life marked by the death of the relationship. Any person would feel sad for him and move on to pat him on the back and say "Life has its ups and downs". However, he brushes everyone off, and proclaims "My life has ended. It is as sure as the sun rises from the east and sets in the west". The first attempt to play the wounded puppy surfaces as 'I am hurt, I need your aid to stand'. When the expected responses are not forthcoming, the wounded puppy transforms into a wounded lion as 'I am hurt, I will dismember! steer clear'. As the self pity grows like a shadow when night envelops lingering light, he screams for attention and he shouts for help, all the while stomping his foot and throwing tantrums. As a means to give him something else for thought and escape his condition, he seeks people -who he, during the duration of his blissful experience had
previously left behind. ; to shelter and lick his wounds for him.

However, through previous half-hearted attempts in keeping a link with these people, he made as crystal, the extent of the connection he held with them where during his 'relationship' their association were sought at their expense. During this entire time, he reminisces events and actions of the past and justifies each of them, striking at any out of anger, to whoever that question them. He reaches out to others out of fear of not being recognized as wounded and hating due to the void of his 'life' to the
responsible. For the people he sought after, some offered aid to their capable extent, some voiced their thoughts. Those who gave him explanations unintentionally reminded him of their foretelling his current circumstances, prior to the ending of his relationship. As though instinctively, he lashes out like a whip with tipped with venomous reptilian fangs. Criticizing, demeaning his judging associates with outright malice. Criticisms come easy at this point. From both sides.


Can you call this person weak? It is as though drama is required and he lives what he sees on television, claiming what is scripted, has to be some part true. Evidently, he takes scripted stories as how he would like people to relate to him. All the while still justifying that he is unique in his predicament.


cont'd in Pt.3..

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