If you read this,which you probably will, you know who you are. Please don’t feel guilt or upset. My emotions mean nothing. I just wish you the best. Please will you just let me know that you’re happy. That’s all I want. I just want you to be happy.
People are ill equipped for emotions. Our minds are a swirling mass of chemicals that cause us to react in unpredicted ways. We are walking chaos. Logic should be our salvation but logic is one thing we are incapable of. So we prowl onwards, through broken glass or grassy meadows, ever dictated by our emotions. We are slaves to our feelings. We are flawed.
Just a musing…
Do you know what’s awful. A part of me loves the idea of being promiscuous. A part of me is thrilled by the thought of using people like toys then moving on. A part of me longs for the safety, because at least when I’m using people I can’t be hurt.
But that’s not me. I can’t use, because I care. Or because I’m weak. I’m not really sure which.
"Maybe emotions are our gods and rulers? After all we are slaves to them. Love confuses us, rage fuels us, sorrow breaks us, happiness saves us, fear cripples us, jealousy erodes us and hate poisons us."