Masochism
A little trick I learned from my somewhat-well-spent-time in journalism. Put the entire story in the first paragraph.
I never really passed that class. But the point is that I took it and at least I know what rule I'm kind of breaking. This isn't a news story after all. It's more of a column, which is funny, because I never got around to learning how to write those, let alone a decent news story.
In any case, that's neither here nor there in terms of where I'm going. Masochism. Specifically the kind where I want to know something even though it already hurts to know what I do, so much so that it makes me want to recall what I had for dinner (which was actually quite delectable).
It's only girls that make me feel this way, where I have to know everything so that I can understand who they are and if there's anything I can do to help them out. Sometimes it's just for my own peace of mind, and other times, it actually seems to help a bit (for them not me). But there's a catch to knowing. Especially when there's a certain someone's feelings involved. The catch is that knowledge brings pain.
That's the truth of the universe right there laid out bare. The truth brings pain. But doesn't it also bring a sense of peace and comfort in knowing? Well, if anyone asked that, please read the following adage: "cold, hard truth." Got it?
It's always a catch-22 with the truth. You want to find out who the girl likes? That's fine and dandy until you realize that you have feelings for the girl. Then what do you do with the truth? Sabatoge the relationship? Do nothing at all (actually, that's probably the wisest course of action overall)? Or encourage them at the expense of your own heart?
Over the years, I suppose, choosing one over the other builds up a habit. Which eventually builds a wall. One of spite, indifference, or fear of commitment. "How can she choose him over me?" or "I'll let things work out, and however it goes..." or "I'm not good enough"
Truth is a double edged blade, half of which cuts into a person's sensible writing, making them split paragraphs and jump from one topic to another without so much as a topical sentence. The other cuts, and it cuts deep.
The End.
I never really passed that class. But the point is that I took it and at least I know what rule I'm kind of breaking. This isn't a news story after all. It's more of a column, which is funny, because I never got around to learning how to write those, let alone a decent news story.
In any case, that's neither here nor there in terms of where I'm going. Masochism. Specifically the kind where I want to know something even though it already hurts to know what I do, so much so that it makes me want to recall what I had for dinner (which was actually quite delectable).
It's only girls that make me feel this way, where I have to know everything so that I can understand who they are and if there's anything I can do to help them out. Sometimes it's just for my own peace of mind, and other times, it actually seems to help a bit (for them not me). But there's a catch to knowing. Especially when there's a certain someone's feelings involved. The catch is that knowledge brings pain.
That's the truth of the universe right there laid out bare. The truth brings pain. But doesn't it also bring a sense of peace and comfort in knowing? Well, if anyone asked that, please read the following adage: "cold, hard truth." Got it?
It's always a catch-22 with the truth. You want to find out who the girl likes? That's fine and dandy until you realize that you have feelings for the girl. Then what do you do with the truth? Sabatoge the relationship? Do nothing at all (actually, that's probably the wisest course of action overall)? Or encourage them at the expense of your own heart?
Over the years, I suppose, choosing one over the other builds up a habit. Which eventually builds a wall. One of spite, indifference, or fear of commitment. "How can she choose him over me?" or "I'll let things work out, and however it goes..." or "I'm not good enough"
Truth is a double edged blade, half of which cuts into a person's sensible writing, making them split paragraphs and jump from one topic to another without so much as a topical sentence. The other cuts, and it cuts deep.
The End.
posted by K. Shiruba at 1:14 AM
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