Why do we hurt ourselves?
And I don’t mean in the physically obvious way that so many of us on here have, I mean in an emotional sense.
Why do we persist with people that deep down we know are hurting us, or will eventually hurt us? Sometimes its obvious to us that these people are bad news.
I keep asking myself this question, it’s like there’s two versions of me, the rational side that only manifests for a few seconds every hour, and then the crazy version that is in the drivers seat most of the day.
The rational me will be sat there going, “Don’t speak to them. They’ve hurt you before.” or “Why are you checking up on them? What do you expect to find, you know they’ve all left you behind”. But still I obsess.
Do we ultimately want to self destruct?
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I have a theory that this generations media & arts romanticize pain and hurting, the same way the 70’s generation romanticized sex, drugs and rock & roll.
That’s not to say the “70’s” didn’t have pain and hurt.
But now with art and bands like “A7X” and shit like “Asking Alexandria” pain and suffering becomes very commercial and very romantic.
Wednesday has some good points, although I have no clue who A7X or Asking Alexandria is. Breaking free of your generation’s stupidity has been a coming of age tradition since the first stone-age woman (or man) decided that Neanderthals looked sexy in a cheetah loincloth, and screw what all those other cavemen had to grunt about it. I think this generation needs a more properly rebellious streak to counter those media venues.
I’ve been asking myself this lately. I always seem to think about someone that hurt me emotionally and try to reach out to see maybe if things will change. They never do. Recently, my rational side pulled through and told me not to talk to my ex, because she’s treats me like shit and I know deep down she doesn’t care. It’s really hard to not to think that there’s some hope in every situation, because you think that maybe just maybe something might change. I don’t know maybe I’m just rambling, but that’s what I think.