Monday 1 October 2012

Venomous

Dear Reader.

Okay, so, a while ago I posted this poem by Tanya Davis called "How to be Alone" and because I've recently just returned to University and I'm a bit of a sap I've been watching it more often than usual. So I was on YouTube flicking through the comments (there was my first mistake) and they were pretty tame and positive as a whole for a YouTube stream as you would kind of expect for this kind of video. Lots of people said it was really good and it helped them and stuff. But then I found this.

Comment

I found this right after my husband passed and it helped me
be ok with been alone. I'd never been totally alone before.
Thanks for helping me thru it.

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You don’t know how it is to be alone, Try being alone all your life and then act like your alone. Other than that, you haven’t experienced shit

Do you ever come across a comment where you absolutely understand where that person's hatred comes from but you still hate that their hatred exists? Because you can just feel how all that loneliness has just fermented into this almost beautifully venomous ball of anger, hatred and jealousy. 
Because, though it might never comes to this, sometimes in your darkest moments you do hear the way people complain about their lives and just think "you have nothing to complain about".

If you really think about it this isn't a very far off mutation of the phrase 

"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"

isn't it? The problem with this is you're never going to meet anyone who has consistently experienced both so both sides are always going to think they have it worse. The people who have never loved at all, have never loved and lost and vice versa (does that make sense? Anyway). At the very least its better to have loved and lost because at least then you know you're capable of finding someone to love and who loves you in return. At least you know you're not broken and there's hope for some kind of love in the future. Where as at some point lonely people just start to think there must be something wrong with them.

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