So i recently discovered that someone actually reads my blog and they think its good..yaay! for me. I have a fan. I know it might seem like a small thing but its a pretty big deal for me. Right about today's blog, the jealousy paradox. I have never been the jealous type, in every relationship i have had except this one. Its pretty new to me i don't know how to react to it. It sucks big time it seems like i have some serious insecurity problems which might be true. The point is i ain't used to it. So who gets jealous? There is a saying that a jealous girlfriend is a faithful girlfriend. So does that mean if someone isn't jealous of their competition then they aren't faithful? That's the mystery. If that is the case then that means all the relationships i have had in the past i wasn't committed to them, i didn't care. Weird...i thought i did. It doesn't help to be in a relationship with someone who is super confident and chilled either, they just make you look stupid, dumb. Oh, well leave me your thoughts on this if you are reading your input is highly welcome. Otherwise life is pretty boring on my side, nothing happening that's interesting enough to share.
Can I let you on on a big secret? I am a sucker for love, romance, fairytale ending, the works. And for the first time I am happy to say I am not ashamed of it. Why should I be? Sure love hurts and it involves heartache and drama and binge eating - okay if I don't stop now I might retract that statement. I just recently discovered a poet called Rumi, he said: All we need is love's confusing joy . Dude was on point! If we are all really honest with ourselves we know what we want and that is someone who will accept us with our perfections and imperfections. Someone who will never leave no matter the mistakes we find ourselves making. Basically someone to love us. But lets face it, we are afraid. Everyone is afraid to open up, to be vulnerable, to give someone else the power to hurt us, some more than others. Truth be told I am scared too, just like everyone else the fear of getting hurt stops me from enjoying the fruits of love. But who can blame me, look around, nobody really ...
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