It’s quite hilarious how a narrative could go from “ you
lighten up my mood, you’re wonderful” to “you’re such an idiot, I genuinely
despise you.” And no, it is not another case of emotional turmoil. It’s just
how life works. Good to bad. Birth to death, so on and so forth.
What surprises me the most is the delusion we create for
ourselves. Because we strive for perfection and we wholeheartedly hope that
somewhere, somehow (though completely ignoring the reason) there is that
someone that will be beyond perfection. That person who will steal our breaths
away as they enter a room. That person whose smile will stop hearts. When they
speak, the whole world listens avidly. How perfect are they?
But then soon you realize, they’ve been wearing a disguise
all along. That perfection that made you swoon was a mask. Then you realize
that there were little mistakes but you were too delusional to see.
That charming and welcoming smile becomes evil and sinister.
The thought of them engulfs all your power and you’re left more vulnerable than
ever. You despise everything they are. Their eyes; that poisonous glare,
haunting your darkest nightmares. They fulfill your deepest desires, and then
set you off on the crooked railway to doom.
What demented feelings are these?
