It has been a lingering thought in my mind for many years to be wary of vacations with lovers. If we were to part ways later on, I wouldn't remember Paris and Richard (not a real person in relations to me). I've felt that by remembering the ex as well, it would ruin the place for me, and I would never want to visit again. Let's be honest, who in their right mind wouldn't want to visit Paris again?
But perhaps "someone you'll never forget" stretches out to friends as well, but the same principle applies-what if we part ways over a quarrel a few months later? I'm starting to believe-although this has been a lingering thought as well-that this goes deeper than these words, and delves into my fear of voluntary attachments to others. Friends and lovers are a dime a dozen, but I'd feel much more comfortable experiencing once-in-a-lifetime experiences with a family member. (They can, or shouldn't, ever be absent from my life, therefore no consequences.)
I hope with age I change into a more trusting and inviting person. This is something I would like to work on changing about myself, to become a better person.
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Woah you only started your blog in August?! I think I started mine in January or something and I have barely any blog posts compared to you! xxx
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