Beautiful Liars

[killer_asian_Dax]

First of all, I wasn't quite sure where to throw this little piece of word and coding, so I thought I'd just drop it here. It's a blog entry I just wrote. Odd things hit you at the oddest times, but none the less I thought it would also be good for discussion. So, please, read, and tell me what you think of this as it applies to life in general and/or your own personal life:


"Everybody has at least one that they're in love with. That one person who could sweet talk you out of house and home. Even the strongest can't survive it and everybody's a victim and terrorist in this matter. It's our weakness as people. As humans. That need for a person you know will only cause you greif and bring trouble. Either way, despite our best judgement, we foolishly welcome them with open arms.

Then we cry and ache when and while they rip out our hearts and we hang around for more, full knowing that we should leave; but we don't. Why? We're all gluttons for punishment in some way or another. We're all masochists. The pain we put ourselves through reminds us that we ARE human. Reminds us that we DO feel. And reminds us that even the coldest of us, still want a warm body to hold us.

We all cry in secret. Cry in the darkness of our rooms in the middle of the night. We all look inward and ask ourselves why, never knowing that we're all the cause of our very own pain. We just allow the abuse to come from outside ourselves, but it's within our mind the seedling desire for hurt and suffering grew. "


Now please...discuss.

[Underwater Ophelia]

I cry in secret. I'm possibly one of the coldest and meanest people (at times) you'll ever meet. It's true. I cry. We all cry, and that's good.
Does it make me weak? Sometimes I think so. The mood I'm in is every introspective and intelligent, though, so I don't think so.
We're allowed to cry.

[Aaroneet]

I do have that one weakness. I am just naturally empathetic; I like to see what makes people tick. But I bring myself in too deep, and my drive becomes my weakness. I do wish I could become just a little less caring, a little less, apathetic, if you will. And I know I inflict myself with it, but I know that my empathy is partially what drives me to be who I am. It inspires me, and without that inspiration, I feel somewhat useless. 'Tis my greatest joy and my most dreaded pain. But, as the song reads, "I can't let go."

[Clockwork]

I'd never be the person who stays in a disastrous relationship, so I couldn't connect there. However, I know what you're saying about a certain human longing for pain and sorrow; I've seen it within myself before. I've been in depressing times and thought that, if I could wish them away, I wouldn't.

No one can be happy forever by having everything they want, and no strife at all; they'd be bored. Perhaps that's why we'd rather have troubles.