green-eyed monster
somebody talked about a topic i am not an expert yet but i definitely am not a novice in. actually, he wrote about it in his blog. unafraid to reveal his mind’s wonderings and his heart’s feelings to millions of people in cyberspace yet unable to directly aim the message to that one person who must know what he felt. [or so i guessed].
he was talking about jealousy. the one topic that all people in the world who can feel love in their heart can relate to. the word that can never be erased in the vocabulary of lovers’ dictionary. the only unfortunate feeling that can coexist with the fortunate one called love. the thing that you will only feel if you have love in your heart. the yin is to yang as the jeaolusy is to love. the balancer of things. the result of nature’s law.
jealousy was invented by a person who wasn’t considerate of other person’s feelings. it is the killer of love in relationships. ergo, this is the murderer of relationships. this is to paraphrase my friend’s lines.
let me tell you that even if i have only went for immature relationships, jealousy is a common thing in my life. heck, jealousy doesn’t even only exist in romantic relationships. platonic relationships also experience this. how many times had i felt jealous of those people close to my best friends? i can’t fit the number in my hands. how many times have i felt jealous of those people in the receiving end of my love’s love? i can’t fit all the circumstances with my fingers and toes. how many times have i felt jealous of other people’s happiness, both to those strangers and people i personally know? i can’t fit the number of circumstances with the strands of my hair.
do i seem too bad? i don’t think so. because i used the feeling for my betterment. because i used the jealousy that i felt for myadvantage. i turned this unfortunate feeling to another important step in my ladder. i felt jealousy but i didn’t nurture it.
we were, of course, not in the same boat. my friend was talking about the existence of jealousy in romantic relatonships, i was talking about its existence in our general life. he was in the receiving end of the unprovoked jealousy, i was the perpetrator of the feeling. but i can still relate to his sentiments. i know how bad it is to be in a situation where you are being forced to choose between two important people in your life. when you are in that positon, won’t you just want to blame things on circumstances that can’t retaliate? when you receive harsh words and lukewarm treatments from a person you expect to understand you and love you unconditionally, won’t you just want to curse? when a supposed happy moments spent together were turned into sour and bitter glitches in your relationship, won’t you just want to make that love one understand?
jealousy when felt overboard can naturally destroy an otherwise must be a good relationship. a jealousy with no solid basis can kill an overflowing love. jealousy that is unsupported by reality can hurt everyone involved in the situation.
i can understand what he felt, why he cursed the innocent thing, why he wasn’t able to see the things pass its facade, why he wasn’t able to understand the whole essence of thing’s existence. he was badly hurt.
but i must tell that jealousy, as mentioned above, is just a balancer of things, specially for romantic commitments. but it can only happen when jealousy was felt in moderation. or when the feeling is controlled.
let’s see it this way. it is a natural thing, as natural as breathing, to feel jealous of other people that receives attention from the person you love. it is natural to sometimes have the mindset that you must be the only one to receive his attention and affection. jealousy, at times, is a proof that you love a person. in fact, it can be a sweet thing. jealousy can be a good thing. think about how unnatural it would be if you don’t get jealous every once in a while when you claim that you thoroughly love the person.
but it is only natural to a certain point. feeling of overdrive jealousy is not considered to be under normal circumtances anymore. if you feel uber jealousy that it almost plaster and erases the love in the picture, then it is time to think and reconsider your feelings. uncontrollable jealousy is not a proof of your love and affection but otherwise. it shows that you are not secured of the other person ’s love for you. if you feel overbearing jealousy, it is time to reassess your relationship. what pushes you to feel jealous? or if your the one who’s in the receiving end of too much unprovoked jealousy, think of what makes the other person feels it?
reassess and learn how to control it. be openminded and accept things as they are. in the end, it is not right to box the person you love to your affection. you must let the person grow with the world as you, too, develop and progress. let him spread his attention between you and other people including his girl friends and barkadas. as long as he shows you he loves you, as long as you can feel his love, you have no right to feel uber jealous. as long as you show that you love her despite busy schedule and lots of girl friends, she won’t feel jealous.
it is not healthy to consider boxing yourself between each other’s love. real love is letting the person you love [and yourself] grow with the world. it is celevrating that growth together while continously seeking further room for achievement. it is supporting each other on every steps each one takes. it is giving him to the world and letting him find his way back to you in the end of the day.
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remember:
no lovers is an island.
and no creature is more perilous than the green-eyed monster.
booboo
you are so bobs. you are so panget. you are so ewan.
why do you always fall for untouchable guys. is there something about them that strongly draws you towards those monsters of tralala? what’s so appealing about them that you always end up feeling depress all over? tsk. why can’t you just look towards the direction of those ultra high quality, available guys? or better yet, why don’t you just stop liking guys?
booboo. booboo. booboo. booboo. booboo.
there is something about guys that seem not aware of my existence. for some strange reasons, i always get attracted by that no-appreciation. i don’t want to fully admit it but reality spells it out that i love the challenge they pose my way.
the thing is, i always feel strongly for them during the start of my quest. i tend to claim my supposed love or extreme infatuation. my heart which seems to know the drill, it breaks inside my ribs. my eyes, always the window of the soul, also plays the part of being the door to my tears.
of course, mind also kicks hard. it produces schemes and ways of how i can ploy the guy to my lair. charms [if any] automatically turns on. and no, everything are all innocent and not meaning any harm to anybody.
after some time, things might or might not have changed. some proves to be a challenge i can never win, some are just, well, proving otherwise. those who suggest that we do not have chemistry are either continued to be pursued until they finally give up or set free and i do the giving up. those who suggest otherwise confess the mutual attraction.
at this point, when the guy finally confesses, i start to get confused. do i really like the guy? did i really love him? unfortunately, i always find myself answering no to these questions. and the guy, the poor guy.. fallen and uncaught.
now that i am writing about it, i finally fully see the whole story. ain’t it weird? i am like a guy, the one classified as jerk. funny how unconventional my story is.
where arth thou, my love?
i am getting addicted again to reading books. pocketbooks in particular. love stories, to be more specific. yeah, sorry to tell you that i am really a mushy person. there’s nothing really wrong with it. in fact it is a good stress reliever. i just hate the fact that it takes much of my time reading when i could’ve used the precious time writing my journal manuscript.
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actually, it doesn’t matter to me if i waste my time on these books. in a way, i feel happy reading them and then it is not a waste of time anymore. how can something that made one happy be a waste? it just can’t be.
the real problem is it makes me realize things that i am not sure if i should be aware of. i mean, i am already ok being this way, should i really be made aware of the things i lack? it is not even in my hands to ‘acquire’ it even if i want to. in the end, knowing about ‘it’ puts me in a depressing situation.
which leads me into thinking, since i already am aware of ‘its’ existence, why don’t i have it?
am i not worthy of having it? [no.]
am i not good enough? [that couldn't be.]
am i lacking the charm to lure it into my lair? [huwaw.]
what? [answer me.]
hai. God must have a really good reason for its non-existence in my life.