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:: Thursday, April 27, 2006 ::

The Theory of Ex-es

I don't know if it's true of everyone, but there is definitely an uncomfortable vibe when beloved one's past romances are mentioned. It's not disliking the person per se, but rather a jealousy, the whole "Oh bugger, [insert time period] where I wasn't there to experience something with him/her/it." Oh alright, maybe there's some unexplained dislike going on. Maybe not even unexplained, but I can't be bothered to meta-cognitize (?) now.

It's most unfortunate, because when I think about it, one would most likely be similiar in SOME way to previous lover, otherwise why would present lover like you? Assuming of course, motivations and desires remain constant and not mind-blowingly inconsistant. Physical traits may be different, beliefs may be different, but not everything is, I think. There's just something... something that's the same, something out of the myriad of elements that attracts that other person to you.

And well, you don't hate yourself do you? I'm assuming (again) all my readers are mentally healthy, stable people. I hope. Why then should you dislike someone who is like you in some way - common fate and all, one should be able to identify, therefore umm... like the person?

A bit extreme, but I guess I'll settle for just NOT disliking someone.

(On that note, do you ever feel guilty being with someone, knowing that there are others out there disliking you because you er... ruined their chances? Another irrational feeling, but I hope not to be the only crazy person around with this fear.)

To reassure everyone, these are not very strong, crippling feelings. I just wonder about it from time to time. Pardon if my blogs are not more edifying - most of my more lucid moments ironically occur when I'm drifting off or staring into space on the bus. Ergo, not near any means of scribing. As I've mentioned before, I think.

Labels: Philosophy, Sentiment

:: And that's all she wrote 1:01 PM [+] ::
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