Love ?

How much can you allow a person to take over your life?

How can you stand miles away from yourself and watch a person run your days? How can you meekly submit and smile as a dominating tyrannical ass claims that it can steer your life better than you? How can such nonsense logic appeal to you, for, even if you make mistakes when you handle your life, at least the mistakes would have been yours.

How the hell can you even imagine a stink-scenario such as the one I mentioned above? That is, how can people who are established individuals, who sing with the wind, dance with the waves and stamp in marsh as they wish, imagine anything like that?

And here, I stop. I will not talk about masochist beings, who enjoy been whipped with words, stung with stares, muted by commands and what not…. by the asses that I drafted. For, they need not imagine these, they live such lives.

I know a girl. A friend. Lets call her Ms.Beautiful-Z.

Ms.Beautiful-Z met a boy. Lets call him Mr.AH (for Arse-Hole).

Mr.AH claimed he loved Ms.Beautiful-Z and that he could give heart-life-soul for her. And Ms.Beautiful-Z gave something in return. Her brains. That defines our problem.

So, hence Ms.Beautiful-Z became Ms.Brainless-Z. She was convinced she has not changed much because she still remains Ms.BZ. While, around her, all of us enlightened mortals, who called her by her first name, realized the morph.

In a single day, he caught hold of the reins of her life. In a week, he dictated terms as to what she should do with it. In a month, her existence reduced to slavish affectations. Today, she is a pathetic excuse of “love” that she supposes to be loyal, equal, fulfilling, hot, passionate!, etc…

We can sense him to be a blackmailing rogue out to get the most out of this relationship, with his constant whines that she takes as commands. Which man whines commands? And which woman recognizes whines as words-of-wisdom? To my surprise, many do.

Love is something that has not be defined adequately. It can maybe never be. It conceals itself as care, trust, affection, empathy, maturity, stability and love itself. So, you see, it is in infinite iteration.

Any relationship where “adjustments” are to be made by one sacrificing individual is a mockery of the romanticism of love.

I decided recently, that to show Ms.Brainless-Z that Mr.AH is a AH is completely in vain. Why take all the pain to drive truth into the brain of a person when you know it ain’t there. Let time reveal.

And to all others, before you jump into relationships, ask yourself if you want it. If it is going to change anything for the better in your life, if you are learning anything from it. If you will forever like the person, whatever maybe the relation. Constant positiveness is impossible, but the negatives should be bearable.

But, once you have decided to yield the hold you have over yourself to a stranger, forget all that I have written here. Carry on with your slave-attitude. Someday, you may die a slave. Someday you may rebel.

Whatever it is, precaution has always been better than cure, and hence, when you come out of it, you would have been battered beyond standard yet hopefully wiser.

Maybe you needed that in this life.