It’s quite unfortunate when people who are supposed to be your support system are toxic.
It is in these moments that I question whether it is unquestionable that Storge will always supersede Eros.
When will Special Divisions learn to stop employing people with childhood deficiencies. There’s a fine line between exercising brilliance and dangerously, those just looking, albeit subconsciously for an op to be recognised as great.
Lately the problematicness concerning child rearing has been occurring to me.
Most especially the instances where I believe it is wholly inadequate to bring a child into the world.
I see someone who is still very much stuck and fixated with their childhood having born several kids. A fixation that can be understood because they were not loved or nurtered enough as a child, forced into the realities of adulthood oh too soon. Naturally they cling to and yearn for that childhood love to be met.
Except, now they bicker with their children as playground antics would go. Now they compete with their very children for the attention they feel they were deprived of. The Child’s accomplishments unable to be celebrated. Feeling slighted at any display of inhibited independence or individuality.
It is a shame.
Please ensure you feel loved enough, ensure you feel whole, ensure you learn to love yourself enough before you attempt to bring another into this world.
I remember the time I caught him looking.
Long-legged, black pencil skirted blonde-
Or was it brunette? My hindsighted scrutiny blurs, permits me the generosity of not being able to recall.
Long legs, long woman enquiring at the Reception, I wonder if her cluster fuck distraction occurred in vain.
Transfixed he was. Shamefully.
It was not like him to let his desires be so openly known.
My gaze travelling from him to her.
And back to him. Confused as to the brazen barefaced observation of Long legs.
His eyes met mine briefly and learned of their discovery…
“The, er…the Interpreter, Is that the Interpreter?…”
In the moment I belonged to his sincerity, and the cruciality of an individual on hand to translate something of importance was surely, important.
His falseness was always corroborated by rationality.
I am both shocked and amused at how low the standards are that some are content with holding their character to…