Do you know what annoys me? When I like someone. I don't mean just like them as a person. Like as in possibly romantically. It can be such a nuisance! I often mask my slight annoyance for it with excitement to close friends. But at this point in my life I have began to be annoyed by it. Not the person I like. Just the god damn rush of emotion that it usually puts you through.
Sometimes you want to act casual, like you don't like them and are just a friend. Other times you should act flirty. And do you tell them? Yes? No? Who the fuck knows? Not me. It's just an annoying rush of feelings to me. Enjoyable at times. But still. Annoying. And with my luck, it usually ends badly or goes no where at all. Which turns me off to the whole process even more.
Another thing that is annoying on the subject of romance and such. When you like more than one person. Yup. That is very annoying. Cause sometimes one wants to focus their efforts. And you can't when your efforts want to go two different directions. That is annoying. Oh! Another. When the person you like is not exactly socially acceptable or something. Like your friends would find it weird if they knew. Or maybe they are just in a totally different social group from you. So, one it is difficult to see them. And two. It just doesn't work.
Ranting. I know. But the whole damn process annoys me. I liked the period of time in my life about two months ago where I didn't like anyone. It was so easy. I could just whisk around life not caring about those around me. I don't know. Do you know what I mean? Butterflies just don't look good on me. Er... in me.
Much Love,
~ Jenna
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Annoyance of Affection
Posted by Jenna at 4:59 PM
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I hope I don't have to pay royalties for this, but Nike really did say it best. Just do it.
I could probably write an entire "...for Dummies" book about romance, have it published, and find another one (that would naturally be more poorly written and less profound), which contrasts it completely, yet is completely valid for the person who wrote it. Nice run-on sentence, huh?
What I'm trying to say is that romance falls into the unfathomably immense realm of things that are self-constructed. There's no right or wrong. All you can do is make decisions - or choose not to. That's a choice as well, you know?
The best way I can communicate my philosophy when it comes to romance is by comparing it to a voyage across the ocean. I won't point out the obvious cliches involving immensity, etc., or else risk insulting your intelligence. Instead, I'll approach it from this angle...
The oceans were chartered hundreds of years ago by the pioneers who dared to brave them. We have detailed maps outlining their boundaries, but what it boils down to is that we aren't the ones who dared to undertake the expedition in the first place. What good is a scaled-down representation of something that paper couldn't hope to capture? What good is speculating about romance while not pursuing it?
The people who do what they're compelled to do are often the most compelling, simply because they'd rather suffer the consequences of knowing than not knowing.
This, in my personal experience, is what differentiates someone who's a second thought from someone who's a final, lasting one.
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