MadPole
Outpatient
Registration Date: 16-Dec-2002
Posts: 1651
Location: My mother's womb
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There is this Love nobody wants or needs.
There is this Love that stands in a way, disturbs natural flow of things.
There is this Love which cannot find its fulfillment, cannot find its expression, cannot find its manifestation.
There is this Love, which seems bad and rotten, it stinks, everybody turns away from it, runs away from it, Love that is a source of embrassment, source of unease, source of fear.... source of frustration and anger... bad Love... bad, rotten Love....
tbc...
This post was last edited by MadPole on 16-Aug-2006 at 05:42.
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16-Aug-2006 05:40 |
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MadPole
Outpatient
Registration Date: 16-Dec-2002
Posts: 1651
Location: My mother's womb
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Then there is a question of ownership. Who this Love belongs to? Who is responsible for it? Who is supposed to look after it, protect it, defend it and help it to manifest itself?
This is bog standard problem with gifts. Who do they belong to? If the intended receiver does not want to accept the gift, the gift ends up in “no man’s land” – the giver doesn’t want it, the only purpose such gift can serve, no matter what it is, is the reminder of the rejection. So as far as giver is concerned, the gift belongs to the receiver from the moment the idea of the gift appeared. But receiver does not have any obligation, nor should he or she have, for something he/she does not want or need, hence the gift ends up without owner, hated or at least despised by both parties, causing discomfort, uneasiness and embarrassment.
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17-Aug-2006 04:50 |
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squinch
chick
Registration Date: 20-Dec-2002
Posts: 910
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Well, what would you do if you were me? My mother is losing her mind and I have two severely handicapped sisters who cannot ever be left alone and they live with her. She slept with my boyfriend when I was sixteen; before that she sent me to the home of a pedophile as a babysitter to his children because his wife was taking astrology lessons from her...when do you begin and other people end?
And now, all of a sudden, she is crazy? I am responsible for her and my sisters? Well, I am, but the definition of "crazy" is going to be one that I spend some time with. When are you demented, in the early stages of alzheimers, or in the process of normal aging? When do people decide that you are fucked? When you cannot telll time? When you cannot read a calendar? None of which she can, anymore, but when could she?
Did she know what time it was when she sat my brother and I on the stairs and told us, in no uncertain terms, that she hated our father and wanted to leave him? My calendar read that I was nine, and my brother was ten....our father was a drunkard, a loser, she hated him and blah...according to our calendar, what were we supposed to do about it? My calendar also reads that he helped her with my handicapped sisters until his death, even after she divorced him, and lived with the three of them until the end of his life?
When does time begin, and when does it end? When does dementia begin?
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17-Aug-2006 19:01 |
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