leaping from this cliff in my thoughts, i fly like the stones in my heart
Friday, March 05, 2010 by jasmine
"baggage."
i don't understand the stigma surrounding it. like...people are supposed to live, right? we're supposed to be engaged and experiment with all of the fruit that life gives us, dangles in front of us, and behind us, and above us, and below us. and some of this fruit is,mostly sometimes poisonous. and, yet, after ingesting some tainted, cyanide-laced, arsenic-dipped fruit, we're supposed to remain as pure as we were when we came into this world?
for seriously? no.
if you've had to endure betrayal by friends, you might actually start to be kind of skeptical about allowing people to infiltrate your bubble.
if someone went to bed madly in love with you on tuesday night, then woke up wednesday and decided they were over it, um...yeah, i think it's perfectly legit to be a little bit scared of romance and its implications.
if you went sky-diving, and the parachute didn't open, and the back-up one didn't either, and you plunged into the earth and broke every single bone and tore every ligament in your body, maybe you're going to be really committed to ensuring your feet are always on the ground.
basically, i guess i don't understand why it's not okay to be a little bit traumatized. i understand that being a basketcase isn't cute, and no one wants to be around that, but experiences have consequences. some are positive, and some aren't, and both deserve to be respected.
xoxo,
a neurotic's attempt to justify her neuroses
i don't understand the stigma surrounding it. like...people are supposed to live, right? we're supposed to be engaged and experiment with all of the fruit that life gives us, dangles in front of us, and behind us, and above us, and below us. and some of this fruit is,
for seriously? no.
if you've had to endure betrayal by friends, you might actually start to be kind of skeptical about allowing people to infiltrate your bubble.
if someone went to bed madly in love with you on tuesday night, then woke up wednesday and decided they were over it, um...yeah, i think it's perfectly legit to be a little bit scared of romance and its implications.
if you went sky-diving, and the parachute didn't open, and the back-up one didn't either, and you plunged into the earth and broke every single bone and tore every ligament in your body, maybe you're going to be really committed to ensuring your feet are always on the ground.
basically, i guess i don't understand why it's not okay to be a little bit traumatized. i understand that being a basketcase isn't cute, and no one wants to be around that, but experiences have consequences. some are positive, and some aren't, and both deserve to be respected.
xoxo,
a neurotic's attempt to justify her neuroses
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