Words, are a double edged sword.
They can soothe the soul and ease the pain. Likewise, they can be the cause.
Today, I'm in the mood to talk about the negative side of it.
Words. A spoken promise. They carry with them a sense of anticipation & expectations. When said promise falls through, the wave of disappointment that rolls in... hits hard. The greater the anticipation & expectation, the greater the crash. Like a roller coaster. The higher you climb, the greater the momentum created as you go on the descent, the bigger the impact.
I'm still waiting for that Date, that you asked me on to, the Date that you wanted me to dress up for.
I'm still waiting for that Weekend, that you promised no work would intrude.
I'm still waiting for that Question, that would make things official official between us.
When you asked me, if I would be angry, if you couldn't make it for the wedding dinner. My first thought was: do I come across as someone with very bad anger management skills? My first emotion was: that crash of disappointment. My first mental reaction was: laugh, followed by a question: what do you think?
What I did do though, was to look at you, take a couple of breaths, closed the lid of my laptop and focused on you.
I'm... actually pretty hurt, that you would think that my default emotion/reaction would be that of anger. I will not deny, that I do and have reacted in a less than pleasant manner before. Was it in anger though, I don't believe so. I'm more prone to disappointment. I will not deny, that I was, am, very disappointed and upset. When I asked you why didn't you tell me earlier, I was referring to when I first asked you, after the funeral. I... You could have told me you would need to arrange matters. Maybe then, I'd not have my hopes up.
I also won't deny, that I curled up on the floor of the showers last night, and hugged my knees. Later in bed, when I asked you: when I turn my back on you like that, wouldn't you want to comfort me? Instead, you wrapped me in the blanket. I understand, that you didn't want me to catch cold. However, sometimes, it feels as if what I'd be expecting, isn't how you'll react. I had hoped, that you'll hold me close, and snuggle with me under the blanket. I just, wanted... needed that 5 minutes of you holding me. Not, you wrapping me in blanket and hugging me then. I wanted to ask you then, if you thought of me as your gf. If so, since when. I'm a coward. I daren't ask, for I'm afraid of the answer.
Do I repulse you? In that, you don't like skin to skin contact with me? Has being with me, become like a chore to you?
I miss, having that intimacy with you. It's not even about sex. I like having skin to skin contact with you, be it holding hands, hugging waists, or just cuddling. Cuddling is good. I like kissing you too. Kissing, not pecking. Full blown kissing, with tongue and saliva and lots of groping. Groping, not necessarily leading to making love. Sex is good, definitely. However, I seek that intimacy behind it. I don't want sex to be just that: sex.
See, I don't know if I'm overthinking it, or being oversensitive. I know that you're holding back. I don't think we've recovered from that deep, long, painful conversation we had when you were in Penang. I can sense you pulling away, being wary again. I'm trying, to conform to you. I'm willing to bend, for you. Doesn't mean I don't have an opinion. However, my bending isn't fundamental to my being; and I value this... relationship (?). Hence bending.
You think there are times I'm pushing too hard. Perhaps, I'm desperate. I'm trying to hold on to this, to us, to you. Yet. The harder I try, the least favorable the outcome is.
Or maybe I'm reading too much into this, and you're just busy and preoccupied with work.
I can't fight with realities of life, ghosts and family. I just hope, that if you ever read this post, that you don't take me for granted.
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Friday, October 13, 2017
add-ons
So I mentioned in the previous post, about love and carnal pleasure.
One could argue, that carnal pleasure is lust, not love. I suppose, it's perception. If the focal point is merely satisfying that desire, that physical act, then sure, it's lust. However, in romantic loves, lust needs to play a part too.
As I love someone, I do lust for their bodies. The art of sex, is as ancient as time. It's also an instinctual act for almost all living creatures. To be fair, it's only humans that have this desire to copulate for pleasure.
Now, don't get me wrong. Sex is very pleasurable. However, there is a difference between making love and fucking. Fucking is about getting that release, that end pleasure. However, making love, is a tad more complex than that. When you're making love, it's not only about that dance between 2 people. It's also communicating on an emotional level.
Alongside the lust, are the aforementioned love. The tenderness, the care, the gushing feelings of warmth towards that person. I lust for their bodies: soft, tender, supple, responsive. That heady feeling that I get when their body answers my questing fingers. They tell me that my touch, my presence, is very much welcomed, that I'm wanted.
Another difference between fucking and making love, is that release. If you can't get the person you're fucking, to cum; Odds are, you're not that great a lay. Harsh, isn't it. In making love tho, it's not always about that release. Naturally, being able to make your partner hit the plateau, and being able to hit that plateau as well, is the best feeling ever. However, even if you don't get that end release, it's not the end of the relationship or the world. That emotional communication when making love, is a huge reward in itself.
Thank you love, for trusting me enough; and for letting me in.
One could argue, that carnal pleasure is lust, not love. I suppose, it's perception. If the focal point is merely satisfying that desire, that physical act, then sure, it's lust. However, in romantic loves, lust needs to play a part too.
As I love someone, I do lust for their bodies. The art of sex, is as ancient as time. It's also an instinctual act for almost all living creatures. To be fair, it's only humans that have this desire to copulate for pleasure.
Now, don't get me wrong. Sex is very pleasurable. However, there is a difference between making love and fucking. Fucking is about getting that release, that end pleasure. However, making love, is a tad more complex than that. When you're making love, it's not only about that dance between 2 people. It's also communicating on an emotional level.
Alongside the lust, are the aforementioned love. The tenderness, the care, the gushing feelings of warmth towards that person. I lust for their bodies: soft, tender, supple, responsive. That heady feeling that I get when their body answers my questing fingers. They tell me that my touch, my presence, is very much welcomed, that I'm wanted.
Another difference between fucking and making love, is that release. If you can't get the person you're fucking, to cum; Odds are, you're not that great a lay. Harsh, isn't it. In making love tho, it's not always about that release. Naturally, being able to make your partner hit the plateau, and being able to hit that plateau as well, is the best feeling ever. However, even if you don't get that end release, it's not the end of the relationship or the world. That emotional communication when making love, is a huge reward in itself.
Thank you love, for trusting me enough; and for letting me in.
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Love
What is love?
How would you define love?
Questions, practically everyone has thought about.
Love, I reckon, has many facets to it. At its core, love, for me, is a warm and encompassing feeling. It's a sense of belonging, the feeling of home. It, just is. There's a tenderness to it, along with a flaming passion. You stop looking in the mirror, and see only yourself. Instead, you see yourself with others. That's love.
Family, aren't just exemplified by blood. Family is denoted as people who accept the true you, flaws, shortcomings, quirks and all; Blood becomes family, friends evolve into family, and lover/partner grows into family.
Again, a multi faceted emotion. It starts off, as a trickle of endorphins; you feel good. Similar to a peacock, you preen and show off the best of you, to attract the attention of the best that's out there. As time passes, and the dance prolongs, constant impressing no longer becomes a need/must. Instead, you start lowering your defenses, allowing entry to your inner thoughts, truer emotions, darker secrets.
When the rejection everyone secretly fears doesn't come, and instead, you're greeted with acceptance, that's why you start shedding the mask that you've been wearing for so long it melds into your skin. With each piece you shed, you expose the true you to that person. By now, the feeling isn't just a trickle of feeling good. Enough time would have passed, that you've experienced ups and downs, as part of the acceptance and acknowledgement process. There's an accompanying tender fondness when you look at that person; a well of desire that sets you ablaze and makes you want to show the world that this person chose you.
Sexual desire, that carnal pleasure. You crave for their touch, that just a look, can make you want to bring them to a plateau, that only you have the privilege to. You want to share that moment of utter intimacy and vulnerability with the person you entrusted the most fragile part of your being. A single touch from them, would be enough to unleash that torrent of want and need.
A sense of belonging, sense of home. An impression of comfort and safety. That's what a hug could bring and mean. Home is where the heart is. A warm home, with hot food on the table, comfy bed and the feeling of being welcomed; that's the truest gift one could hope for, for these can't be replicated with money. If these doesn't come from the heart, food wouldn't be palatable, and as warm the home could be, temperature wise, it'll leave a chill in your heart. A hug is similar. If the person hugging you, doesn't love you, a hug is just an impersonal action.
When you stop seeing just yourself in the mirror, and start seeing someone next to you, that's love. You don't make plans based on your own whims and desires. You start making plans with another person in mind, and take into consideration their likes/dislikes, whims and desires. You'll be mindful of how that person feels, maybe not all the time, but most of the time. Sketching a future together: what to do, where to go, how to be.
Love, sometimes smacks you in the face and be like: Hey I'm here! Take me!
Love, sometimes, creeps up unannounced; till one day you wake up and see love staring back at you.
Love, can be a fast yet shallow river bed, that all too often, runs out quick.
Love too, can be a slow and deep stream, that endures harsh droughts.
Love, is akin to giving someone the key to the greatest treasure chest.
Love too, is the sharpest blade you'll ever gift someone.
A double edged sword, that almost everyone pursues. Some lucky ones, identify and find it almost immediately. Some, need a lesson or two, or several, before recognizing what they seek. Some even had it, but let it slip them by. Love doesn't turn back, slows down or stop. It's constantly on the move, so once you've got it, don't let it slip you by.
How would you define love?
Questions, practically everyone has thought about.
Love, I reckon, has many facets to it. At its core, love, for me, is a warm and encompassing feeling. It's a sense of belonging, the feeling of home. It, just is. There's a tenderness to it, along with a flaming passion. You stop looking in the mirror, and see only yourself. Instead, you see yourself with others. That's love.
Family, aren't just exemplified by blood. Family is denoted as people who accept the true you, flaws, shortcomings, quirks and all; Blood becomes family, friends evolve into family, and lover/partner grows into family.
Again, a multi faceted emotion. It starts off, as a trickle of endorphins; you feel good. Similar to a peacock, you preen and show off the best of you, to attract the attention of the best that's out there. As time passes, and the dance prolongs, constant impressing no longer becomes a need/must. Instead, you start lowering your defenses, allowing entry to your inner thoughts, truer emotions, darker secrets.
When the rejection everyone secretly fears doesn't come, and instead, you're greeted with acceptance, that's why you start shedding the mask that you've been wearing for so long it melds into your skin. With each piece you shed, you expose the true you to that person. By now, the feeling isn't just a trickle of feeling good. Enough time would have passed, that you've experienced ups and downs, as part of the acceptance and acknowledgement process. There's an accompanying tender fondness when you look at that person; a well of desire that sets you ablaze and makes you want to show the world that this person chose you.
Sexual desire, that carnal pleasure. You crave for their touch, that just a look, can make you want to bring them to a plateau, that only you have the privilege to. You want to share that moment of utter intimacy and vulnerability with the person you entrusted the most fragile part of your being. A single touch from them, would be enough to unleash that torrent of want and need.
A sense of belonging, sense of home. An impression of comfort and safety. That's what a hug could bring and mean. Home is where the heart is. A warm home, with hot food on the table, comfy bed and the feeling of being welcomed; that's the truest gift one could hope for, for these can't be replicated with money. If these doesn't come from the heart, food wouldn't be palatable, and as warm the home could be, temperature wise, it'll leave a chill in your heart. A hug is similar. If the person hugging you, doesn't love you, a hug is just an impersonal action.
When you stop seeing just yourself in the mirror, and start seeing someone next to you, that's love. You don't make plans based on your own whims and desires. You start making plans with another person in mind, and take into consideration their likes/dislikes, whims and desires. You'll be mindful of how that person feels, maybe not all the time, but most of the time. Sketching a future together: what to do, where to go, how to be.
Love, sometimes smacks you in the face and be like: Hey I'm here! Take me!
Love, sometimes, creeps up unannounced; till one day you wake up and see love staring back at you.
Love, can be a fast yet shallow river bed, that all too often, runs out quick.
Love too, can be a slow and deep stream, that endures harsh droughts.
Love, is akin to giving someone the key to the greatest treasure chest.
Love too, is the sharpest blade you'll ever gift someone.
A double edged sword, that almost everyone pursues. Some lucky ones, identify and find it almost immediately. Some, need a lesson or two, or several, before recognizing what they seek. Some even had it, but let it slip them by. Love doesn't turn back, slows down or stop. It's constantly on the move, so once you've got it, don't let it slip you by.
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Myriad
How am I feeling today?
That's a very good question. Let's see.
What are the sources of this.... Discontentment?
Mom. Bii. Work. Me.
Mom. Had a phone call with mom. Maybe it's the guilt eating inside of me, that made me react negatively when she started nagging. Ended up with a fight.
Bii. Doesn't hug me anymore, kiss me anymore, or want me anymore. Fck that shit.
Work. Feeling incompetent, and a lack of progress. If only it's just a lack of progress. I feel like I'm moving backwards. I'm... tired.
Me. Fucking insecurities rearing their ugly head.
How do I feel then.
Not just physically tired. But also mentally tired.
That's a very good question. Let's see.
What are the sources of this.... Discontentment?
Mom. Bii. Work. Me.
Mom. Had a phone call with mom. Maybe it's the guilt eating inside of me, that made me react negatively when she started nagging. Ended up with a fight.
Bii. Doesn't hug me anymore, kiss me anymore, or want me anymore. Fck that shit.
Work. Feeling incompetent, and a lack of progress. If only it's just a lack of progress. I feel like I'm moving backwards. I'm... tired.
Me. Fucking insecurities rearing their ugly head.
How do I feel then.
Not just physically tired. But also mentally tired.
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