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( I WANTED TO CALL THIS BLOG " I'LL BUY YOU AN ICE CREAM CONE WITH NO ICE CREAM IF YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME" , BUT THE FUCKING TITLE WON'T FIT!)
everyone says that in order to be able to love someone else or to have someone else love you that you must first love yourself.why? I truly want to know.I don't want the dr. phil version or the oprah version or the richard simmons version.I want a seriously legitimate reason why and not some manufactured answer that was cleaned up and dressed up and sent out into the lonely streets only to be dragged into a dark alley and beat to a bloody pulp by the truth.
the truth is ....what if the reason someone has a hard time loving themselves is because they have never been loved before? how pathetic does it sound to be able to say that about oneself? seriously, think about this.
we are born into this world and immediately thrown into families who simply tell us they love us by design.it's the proper thing to do to say that one loves their son or daughter or mother or father or sister or brother or anything growing on upward and outward on that tree.but, as time goes on and life runs it's damaging course, families are torn apart and learn truths or come to realizations and before long these people who claim to love us unconditionally have disowned us or become estranged for one reason or another.
friends come and go.mostly go for a lot of us.there are exceptions to the rules.there might always be that odd friend who hung around for one reason or another.but, for the most part friends can't wait to grab the first life partner that has a pulse and working sex organs so they can run off and never acknowledge you again.
so, in case one is keeping score so far it's loneliness- 2 and love- zero,as these family members who claim to love us because we share a bloodline and offer some hope that we might buy them a gps or a bottle of scotch on their birthday, and our friends are only interested in having babies and having sundays off and your friendship or well being is not in their plans or best interest.although, they will keep your phone number handy should they need a ride home from court because little johnny has the car or they decide to call you and invite you to the cook out because they need somebody to bring hot dog rolls and little johnny just happens to have the fucking car again.
which brings me to relationships.no one has ever loved me before.sure, lots of women have said it and claimed they were proving so while they had themselves laid out on a bed or in the backseat of a car or on a pool table or on the hood of a car or against a brick wall by the seaside in felles point or in a field of grass or ....okay, that is all that comes to mind right now.
but, to be truly loved one must feel it.anybody who is not a mute can say those 3 words.anyone who is looking to roger or be rogered roundly can spread their legs or their ass cheeks or drop their trousers or give up the wormsicle.but, to mean it? to feel it? when was the last time someone told you they loved you and you knew without a doubt that they really and truly meant it? yep, how about never? take a minute and think about how long and lonely your life would be if that was the case......and so, there you have it.my existance.
I've been liked and loathed and feared and hated and assumed to be living and left for dead ....but, never once have I ever truly been loved.not one person has ever said that to me and meant it.....or at least meant it enough to allow me to feel it and feel like they mean it.this is a pathetic testament to a guy who would lay his life down for any number of people or do whatever it takes just to make somebody feel cared for or appreciated and this is why I don't believe that I can truly say that I love myself.after all, if no one else has ever been able to love me unless it's convenient or complete bullshit ,then why should I love me?
I know that nobody else can fix me.I know I can't be saved.I'm not asking to be fixed or saved.I'm asking to be loved.I just don't understand why I have to be the first one to do it and mean it.
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Posted by BungleGrind on 2009-11-03 21:05:50 | Rating: | Views: 68
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