"Bitter-sweet" essentially is a term applied to situations that involve mixed emotions. Those memories which you so badly want to revisit but are tainted by betrayal leave you with a bitter-sweet taste.
I pondered into the early hours of this morning contemplating how to construct this, so as not to end up pouring my own emotions out. Trust me, you do not need that!- Should I focus on a past experience, and let the audience take it as they wish? Stay vague and not be specific?- However, I would be lying to myself if I did not admit that the sole and main reason I have been thinking of a commodity such as love and the consequential aftermath of stridulous emotions, is due to being enlightened to a heartfelt and emotional past experience from a very commendable friend of mine.
As we sat in her parents bedroom, aimlessly talking about how it was her wedding anniversary, jilting her with other friends here and there- I was well aware it was a sore subject. Married at seventeen and divorced before she was even eighteen. I won't go into extensive detail of what happened between them. Let's just say we all believe he suffers from a personality disorder. Her disposition on life has never been serious. I find the most laid back people, are the ones I warm to the most. Her bubbly and enthusiastic nature is a spark that makes us all crave her company. I was resolutely taken by surprise as she literally broke down into tears, crumpling before me and saying today, being the anniversary of her marriage brought back a sordid amount of astringent memories. How she loved him still so very much. As we comforted her, I could not help but be frustrated and angry at the idiot who she had fallen for.
In my mind, this man, her ex husband performed a well executed ambuscade. She, surprisingly on the other hand looks upon their time together with rose tinted spectacles. I will always be baffled by the emotional attachment and her affection for this immoral man she holds so dear to her heart. No resentment or regrets have sprung from her towards the whole sorry ordeal. She still loves him to this very day. As she sobbed through the story, it was very apparent that she was still completely attached. And who wouldn't be, I do not blame her one bit. So young and naive to believe the guise her ex had portrayed. Pleasantries' are always a disguise, a mere fabrication if you wish, of what you would like to see, a mirage. Some may refute this notion, however my experiences and those of this young lady contradict everything.
At seventeen years old, she was betrothed to this inhumane man. With no prior experience, nobody telling her from right from wrong, nobody providing any sort of advice on her decision to marry after getting to know him after an inordinate amount of time. I have never felt so damn sorry for anybody else in my life. A high passel of sympathy emits from me towards her. I chastised her gently, that she should not be crying over someone who epitomises ruthlessness.
I guess bad things happen to good people.
It's life, and it's our sordid thinking at times (for some) and naive mistakes that render such despondency. Yet these mistakes unfortunately need to be cultivated in order or us to apprehend. The reason I am sceptical on the matter of love is because, past experiences and other peoples experiences have made me fearfully aware that the notion of "love at first sight" is ludicrous. That it is indeed a very ambiguous affair. Nothing is ever as it seems at first. Onions/layers etc. I believe love grows. Strong attachments are a good signal, yes, the craving of their company, yes, the warm fuzzy feelings that are aroused with them, yes. All {are} tantamount to possibly the start of something that will keep you together and happy for the rest of your years. Love. I do not wish to be personifying Adele. Stating that it is a complex subject is an understatement. It takes naivety to think it's love. So easily can one disregard pragmatism. It is only after the bitterness and bullshit, do we then realise the severe mistake in favouring moral idealism. Once you put aside the fact that we, as individuals may not fully comprehend such a symposium subject of love, you still would like to think past experiences have rendered you "aware" and hesitant at the very least.
As always, I like to cut it short and leave you to ponder and add to my thoughts.
"First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity"
George Bernard Shaw
S.K.
I pondered into the early hours of this morning contemplating how to construct this, so as not to end up pouring my own emotions out. Trust me, you do not need that!- Should I focus on a past experience, and let the audience take it as they wish? Stay vague and not be specific?- However, I would be lying to myself if I did not admit that the sole and main reason I have been thinking of a commodity such as love and the consequential aftermath of stridulous emotions, is due to being enlightened to a heartfelt and emotional past experience from a very commendable friend of mine.
As we sat in her parents bedroom, aimlessly talking about how it was her wedding anniversary, jilting her with other friends here and there- I was well aware it was a sore subject. Married at seventeen and divorced before she was even eighteen. I won't go into extensive detail of what happened between them. Let's just say we all believe he suffers from a personality disorder. Her disposition on life has never been serious. I find the most laid back people, are the ones I warm to the most. Her bubbly and enthusiastic nature is a spark that makes us all crave her company. I was resolutely taken by surprise as she literally broke down into tears, crumpling before me and saying today, being the anniversary of her marriage brought back a sordid amount of astringent memories. How she loved him still so very much. As we comforted her, I could not help but be frustrated and angry at the idiot who she had fallen for.
In my mind, this man, her ex husband performed a well executed ambuscade. She, surprisingly on the other hand looks upon their time together with rose tinted spectacles. I will always be baffled by the emotional attachment and her affection for this immoral man she holds so dear to her heart. No resentment or regrets have sprung from her towards the whole sorry ordeal. She still loves him to this very day. As she sobbed through the story, it was very apparent that she was still completely attached. And who wouldn't be, I do not blame her one bit. So young and naive to believe the guise her ex had portrayed. Pleasantries' are always a disguise, a mere fabrication if you wish, of what you would like to see, a mirage. Some may refute this notion, however my experiences and those of this young lady contradict everything.
At seventeen years old, she was betrothed to this inhumane man. With no prior experience, nobody telling her from right from wrong, nobody providing any sort of advice on her decision to marry after getting to know him after an inordinate amount of time. I have never felt so damn sorry for anybody else in my life. A high passel of sympathy emits from me towards her. I chastised her gently, that she should not be crying over someone who epitomises ruthlessness.
I guess bad things happen to good people.
It's life, and it's our sordid thinking at times (for some) and naive mistakes that render such despondency. Yet these mistakes unfortunately need to be cultivated in order or us to apprehend. The reason I am sceptical on the matter of love is because, past experiences and other peoples experiences have made me fearfully aware that the notion of "love at first sight" is ludicrous. That it is indeed a very ambiguous affair. Nothing is ever as it seems at first. Onions/layers etc. I believe love grows. Strong attachments are a good signal, yes, the craving of their company, yes, the warm fuzzy feelings that are aroused with them, yes. All {are} tantamount to possibly the start of something that will keep you together and happy for the rest of your years. Love. I do not wish to be personifying Adele. Stating that it is a complex subject is an understatement. It takes naivety to think it's love. So easily can one disregard pragmatism. It is only after the bitterness and bullshit, do we then realise the severe mistake in favouring moral idealism. Once you put aside the fact that we, as individuals may not fully comprehend such a symposium subject of love, you still would like to think past experiences have rendered you "aware" and hesitant at the very least.
As always, I like to cut it short and leave you to ponder and add to my thoughts.
"First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity"
George Bernard Shaw
S.K.
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