Falling in love is an overwhelming and powerful experience. It can take a person up and force them to God knows where with a person's only attachment to the real world being the person they fell in love with in the first place.
Ive experienced intense emotions like that. Ive felt that sense of possession and loss of control.
Here's the reason i didn't fall into the stalker trap. I negotiated terms before i fell in.
Anyone in that love growth will look like a stalker to someone. Sometimes the person in love will even claim the other person is a stalker because that provides gas to get back to sanity again.
If one closely looked below the surface at my actual life and not just take the word of someone else who might enjoy imagining that I'm in her power to fuel some delusional sense of bitterness, look at what ive gained. I have a garden and a collection of rare books a sense of peace and dignity and somehow preserved exquisite logic and social skills. I dont obsess about being late or disorganized. The smallness of my nature allows for perfection just by my existence. Its perfection I dont have to manage and because nature props me up I have the best of comfortable slavery, which is rest and understanding, and protection within the laws of nature herself, which provides me dignity and independence.
All these were gained because I made sure my ducks were in a row before i got swept away by a crazy train.
An ounce of preparation is worth a pound of cure.
And I dont insist on being with anyone.
Here's the fun part. Due to the strange nature of falling in love crazy train and the delusional nature of some folks, its actually possible for a woman to pose as someone being stalked and to actually be the stalker.
Think about that for a second and dont be fooled.
And sometimes its possible for both parties to have planned this years in advance because it was the only ethical thing to do. The ends proving the means.
Sometimes the sympathy of ignorance for people who want to be heros to compete for a mate is the only way to get people to willingly bring ethical healing to the surface.
As proof of my good will i respect her life outside of our agreements and her right to choose the life that best suits her. And before anyone gets too excited, ive been in the slut train of self chosen karma so ive always had those lessons.
Always. My whole life. Never not once did I not have them. Ever.
Thats how sad trying to be a hero really is.
The work ive done proved beyond any shadow of a doubt with 100% deductive certainty that the world is unfair. And that unfairness is as fair as possible
Not a shock to most people. But for those petty micromanagers with god complexes out there, that truth is probably a shock.
People dont like petty god complexes because your ignorant sympathy had insulted the true grit and wisdom and is dismissive of the suffering of others.
One thing that can cure this in a willing and teachable person is something I learned from my ex. When youre alone your will is the only thing thats real. All life forces around you can do is fill the part that is in most ethical need for you to be able to survive and thrive.
Know that and you wont identify as everyone else. Your god complex is just an imitation of my god given social skills.
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