"Shrink: Move
back or away in fear or disgust"
I have always been told that I have a slight disposition towards wearing my heart on, not just one but both my sleeves. That I let emotions get the best of me sometimes. As an antidote I have been suggested a healthy dose of realism. In real life you have to make decisions, often crude and unfair, and you have to make them not from your heart but from your mind. Real life itself has obligingly stepped in here on a number of occasions to support this notion.
My cousin just recently got married to a man ten years older than her. She felt his wealth sufficient enough to compensate for the lack of affection. The scary thing is that she is right. Circumstances have the upper hand in this life and they can be harsh enough sometimes to break the soul, and render it emotionless anyways. It's an unavoidable truth and yet I shrink away from it. I, in the words of the Oxford dictionary, "move back or away in fear.."
I have always been told that I have a slight disposition towards wearing my heart on, not just one but both my sleeves. That I let emotions get the best of me sometimes. As an antidote I have been suggested a healthy dose of realism. In real life you have to make decisions, often crude and unfair, and you have to make them not from your heart but from your mind. Real life itself has obligingly stepped in here on a number of occasions to support this notion.
My cousin just recently got married to a man ten years older than her. She felt his wealth sufficient enough to compensate for the lack of affection. The scary thing is that she is right. Circumstances have the upper hand in this life and they can be harsh enough sometimes to break the soul, and render it emotionless anyways. It's an unavoidable truth and yet I shrink away from it. I, in the words of the Oxford dictionary, "move back or away in fear.."
Here I'll honor my
vow of "being true to myself" and instead of bravely and endearingly
proclaiming to change myself for the
better in order to face this world. Ill admit myself lost. Yes I'm shrinking
away.
"That I could think there trembled through
His happy good night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware"
Ill take a leaf out of Thomas Hardy's book. The truth is staring at me right in the face, but I cannot face it.
I need more proof.
"That I could think there trembled through
His happy good night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware"
Ill take a leaf out of Thomas Hardy's book. The truth is staring at me right in the face, but I cannot face it.
I need more proof.