Last night, while out knocking back a couple of draughts, Boyfriend and I got to talking about emotions. Specifically, I mentioned the fact that emotions really are ugly little things. It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, and something that’s honestly fascinated me for a long time.
I think what got us started on the topic is that I’ve got this really awful habit of picking away at people, doing my best to get them raw and intense and fired up, even if it means hurting them in order to do it. I like to see what’s really going on under the dull façade that people tend to put up for public consumption; not the muffled version of only what they’ll allow themselves to say. What you find, really, is that emotions are just not pretty; not the real, deep ones. Even love, which is supposed to be this beautiful thing, is actually just raw and brutal and ugly. It’s tinged with so much jealousy, possessiveness and intense desire that borders on terrifying sometimes.
If you could only see the beast you’ve made of me
I held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we’re apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
I considered just blogging about that – how ugly emotions really are – because, as I said, it’s something that’s been on my mind a lot lately, but the more I thought about the more, the more I realised I had to say on the subject.
One of the first things that came to mind is some of the warped and vaguely idiotic things people do when they say they’re in love – not because I think I’ve got it down and do things better; just because I’m a judgmental whore and I get very irritated with some things. For instance, a friend of mine claims to be very in love with her significant other; they’re even planning on having kids sometime soon. Still, she won’t tell him that she’s afraid of doctors, because she doesn’t want him to think that she’s weak. I see something very wrong with this. I understand that love doesn’t always mean being consumed with passion and never looking twice at another person, but surely if you’re in love, you should trust your significant other enough to tell them some of your fears?
Another thing is just a pet-peeve of mine; those people who splatter their social networking sites with ridiculous declarations of love and devotion; status messages like “I love you more than all the other people in the entire world, angelsnoochypoo, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The sun shines out of your eyeballs and you practically ejaculate nutella and rainbows. If you ever leave me, I will spontaneously combust and I’ll just DIE. I love you mwa mwa mwa” It just drives me insane. If you’re so interested in your significant other knowing how you feel about them, why don’t you just send them a fucking message?
There’s another thing; why do people have such a hard time telling their significant other how they feel. I understand the fear and anxiety that can bubble up when you’ve got something really intense to say, but it’s the way you feel, and why should you have to hide that just to keep them with you?
Another quote I don’t quite remember, is that people should be able to say how they really feel, and not words that other people put in their mouths. Jesus, so true. Everyone is constantly bombarded by shit in the media about how relationships should be, what you should do, what you shouldn’t say, how you should dress to impress your man; fuck that noise, I say – Boyfriend can just deal with me in sweatpants and haystack hair; apparently he likes me like that, so. Why are people relying on gossip rags to tell them what love is?
This is becoming a slightly longer ramble than I anticipated, so here’s where I just forgo any sort of conclusion and just sign off.