COUPLES IN LURVE
26/3/12
We search all our lives for a kindred spirit that sees the divine within us. It is the sweetest most alive of experiences to be desired, showered with adoring
gazes… ….to be demanded and required by another to belong to them alone
(check out that smouldering look of longing on Darcy’s face in Pride and Prejudice…knee buckling or what?)…enticing ..irresistable…but there should be classes for teenagers that make it clear all this waiting for ‘the one’ is a giant con
and that being romantically adored in such a mind blowing ego boosting way is as unreal as plastic leather …we should recycle the old adage…if it seems too good to be true….then sorry dear…. it is..
Schools and colleges should issue a national warning: Emergency: beware all dozy victims in waiting…Concentrated romance is addictive beyond any class A drug… sustained love bombing complete with poems and gifts…tender and lingering embraces and looks of love…makes the subject fantasise they are the very centre of the universe…if you hear yourself saying ‘He or she adores me…they couldn’t live without me…I’m so special to them… blah blah blah’ please report to the nearest
Police station to seek protection!’
This love bombing is misleading and dangerous…it’s what predators do…these pysychos hide their anger and bile behind rose petals and declarations of passion …meanwhile the negative energy they carry as baggage from childhood targets a girl or boyfriend who at the first opportunity without reason or excuse (after a suitable period of deconstruction) stops being a soul mate and becomes the prey.
How ironic that such mystical infatuation morphs into the degradation of domestic violence and abuse and turns the resultant angelic little children of these unions
Into the same sort of monster as their parent. History continues to repeat itself.
Come on Cameron !! forget sex education…(although jolly well done as it continues increase the teenage pregnancy rate…) lets try and tell kids something useful for a change!!
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