I made a comment to DD about my heart having behaved like a bull in a china shop in the past. And I have let it do so way too many times in my life. Don’t know how the comparison popped into that tumultuous little membrane of mine, but once it did, I realized I was absolutely spot on.
What kind of an idiot actually walks into certain disaster and still doesn’t care? Picture my heart raising both her hands up. It adds to my guy-like behaviour actually. The go-ahead-and-take-a-chance-and-throw-caution-to-the-wind aspect of it. I behave like a man and then react like a little girl. A frightened puppy who wants to whimper in a corner for the rest of her life, after I knew right from the start what the outcome would be. Its safe to say that there are some things girlish about me then I guess. Probably the 33% mentioned in my previous post na?
I do this on the off chance that my gut and every fibre of my being are possibly wrong. What happened to my intuition that never lets me down? How could I have disregarded everything that I have known to be gospel truths about me and gone ahead and made a right-royal fool of myself too many times? In the midst of the growing up process that I was forced to face over the past year, I have realized that what I have proudly displayed as my strongest asset is my weakest. At least when it comes to my happiness.
My heart is as strong as an ox when it comes to the people I care about. But she seems to have no concern whatsoever about herself. She lets me get hurt time and again, when I have always known the inevitable outcome before I set out on my little journeys to make a fool of myself.
I like my calm, safe place. Its issue free and full of friends. So I’m leaving well enough alone. Not just this time. For all times might just be the best options. I know that feeling when it seems like I’m heading for disaster and before it comes a-knocking, I’m changing the locks and shutting down the china shop. This bull’s being sent into hibernation.
And while we’re on the topic, here’s a song to that heart of mine called Eye in the Sky by the Alan Parsons Project
Don’t think sorry is easily said
Don’t try turning tables instead
You’ve taken lots of chances before
But I ain’t gonna give anymore
Don’t ask me
Because that’s how it goes
Part of me knows what you’re thinking
Don’t say words you’re going to regret
Don’t let the fire rush to your head
I’ve heard the accusations before
Believe me,
The sun in your eyes made some of the lies worth believing
I am the eye in the sky, looking at you
And I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see anymore to know that I can read you mind
Don’t leave false illusion behind
Don’t cry, I ain’t changing my mind
So find another fool like before
Because I ain’t going to live anymore
Believing some of the lies
While all of the signs are deceiving
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see anymore
To know that I can read your mind
Hey Babe, at least when you make a mistake with your heart, it’s yours to keep and treasure. Sometimes intuition and the mind makes you make mistakes that regretting afterwards hurts. The hurt caused by your heart just makes you stronger.
http://blacklightarrow.wordpress.com/2009/02/16/silver-dagger/
PS: I love you!
What kind of an idiot actually walks into certain disaster and still doesn’t care?
I behave like a man and then react like a little girl. A frightened puppy who wants to whimper in a corner for the rest of her life, after I knew right from the start what the outcome would be.
TMS. You just described ME. The frightening thing is how hard it is to learn from your mistakes. I’m glad you have. Now it’s my turn to try.
DD – I love you too and I know you’re making sense. Just that I’ve put a hold on learning lessons by giving up me heart as the sacrificial lamb for it. Somehow the exchange doesn’t seem a fair one.
Gyspy… Sweetheart, who said I’ve learned? Its more a case of me forcing myself to learn. It never comes naturally when you’re born this way. Sigh. Let’s have an extra one Elsie’s tonight and drown our sorrows eh?
Well you’re exercising control. That’s one element of the whole shebang isn’t it? So at least you’re learnING
As for that extra one – careful, it might send me over the edge! You know how appalling my alcohol tolerance is…! But I will meddle with your hair while you have yours
It’s a deal! But we do need to work on that alcohol tolerance level of yours. Its not all that bohemian of you to drink so little!
Alternate substances, my dear. Alternate substances