You only hurt the ones you love…
So London’s being blown up again. Same old, same old… They didn’t even get it right this time. Or they’ve released some sort of biological agent, in which case it could work pretty well. Unless said chemical agent’s purpose is to retard everybody it touches, in which case Warren St. will carry on as per usual.
In any case, this sort of hurt isn’t the type I’m trying to talk about. There will always be evil fuckers in the world, boo fucking hoo, and they will always try and hurt people for reasons which are nothing to do with the people they are hurting. That’s different. That’s hurting people to make a point. Go discuss that on the BBC website.
What I’m talking about is randomly, deliberately or perhaps even accidentally hurting the people you know because of something they did or said or failed to do or say. You know what I mean. You’ve done that before, I’ve done it before; we’re all part of the Hurtful Motherfuckers Club, to which admission is automatic if you’re unlucky enough to be born.
Once my girlfriend sent me a letter, after she fucked me up for the nth time, hinting at her lifelong membership to this club. Amongst her perfect, heartfelt apologies (which yes, caused us not to break up immediately, and thus stretched my cuntover to a tension which could shoot sorrow a thousand years through my future (and has done)), she wrote the following line:
Why do I always hurt the people I love?
And that’s something that a lot of people ponder. Everybody is sitting around, binge drinking and shooting A-class, whinging on about hurting the people they love. We all think we’re fucking unique like that. Well, we’re not unique. We all do it. We’re all in the fucking club.
Because think about it – why would you hurt people you didn’t care about? We’re all decent folks, we don’t get off on cold, calculated revenge. If someone stabs your mother’s shins off right in front of you – sure, you’re going to pummel her attacker in the temple until you’re just hitting floorboards through fragments of brain and skull. But if someone you don’t like slights you and it’s no big deal, you’re not going to give a flying one.
However, if someone you care about, or love, does something to slight you, then… Well, then you might fuck them up. Randomly or deliberately or perhaps even accidentally. Because this time you actually care. You only hurt the ones you love, right? You’re not alone in that.
And you might not mean to hurt them, you might just have a reflex action against it - because when you're hurt by someone you care about, it hurts a lot more than if some random did the same thing. So you lash out, or go moody, or whatever. You fuck up, because two wrongs don't make a right. You fucked up according to a cliché. How embarassing.
Of course, then there’re people you’re truly in love with. That fucking pillar-of-flames love, the type that’s ever-changing and ever-fleeing yet always in reach because once you’ve caught it, it can never really leave. That type of love will stop you hurting the person you’re in love with. But you’ve get to get through the cliché fuck-up period first. Or you’ve got to have true love from the start. And neither of those, let’s face it, are things you’re going to achieve before you die.
So my advice is to come to London and camp out in Waterloo Station. That one’s got its days numbered. And dying suddenly in a terrorist attack is surely better than cutting yourself apart on the grinding, contradictory cogs of your emotions.
Have a fantastic day!
In any case, this sort of hurt isn’t the type I’m trying to talk about. There will always be evil fuckers in the world, boo fucking hoo, and they will always try and hurt people for reasons which are nothing to do with the people they are hurting. That’s different. That’s hurting people to make a point. Go discuss that on the BBC website.
What I’m talking about is randomly, deliberately or perhaps even accidentally hurting the people you know because of something they did or said or failed to do or say. You know what I mean. You’ve done that before, I’ve done it before; we’re all part of the Hurtful Motherfuckers Club, to which admission is automatic if you’re unlucky enough to be born.
Once my girlfriend sent me a letter, after she fucked me up for the nth time, hinting at her lifelong membership to this club. Amongst her perfect, heartfelt apologies (which yes, caused us not to break up immediately, and thus stretched my cuntover to a tension which could shoot sorrow a thousand years through my future (and has done)), she wrote the following line:
Why do I always hurt the people I love?
And that’s something that a lot of people ponder. Everybody is sitting around, binge drinking and shooting A-class, whinging on about hurting the people they love. We all think we’re fucking unique like that. Well, we’re not unique. We all do it. We’re all in the fucking club.
Because think about it – why would you hurt people you didn’t care about? We’re all decent folks, we don’t get off on cold, calculated revenge. If someone stabs your mother’s shins off right in front of you – sure, you’re going to pummel her attacker in the temple until you’re just hitting floorboards through fragments of brain and skull. But if someone you don’t like slights you and it’s no big deal, you’re not going to give a flying one.
However, if someone you care about, or love, does something to slight you, then… Well, then you might fuck them up. Randomly or deliberately or perhaps even accidentally. Because this time you actually care. You only hurt the ones you love, right? You’re not alone in that.
And you might not mean to hurt them, you might just have a reflex action against it - because when you're hurt by someone you care about, it hurts a lot more than if some random did the same thing. So you lash out, or go moody, or whatever. You fuck up, because two wrongs don't make a right. You fucked up according to a cliché. How embarassing.
Of course, then there’re people you’re truly in love with. That fucking pillar-of-flames love, the type that’s ever-changing and ever-fleeing yet always in reach because once you’ve caught it, it can never really leave. That type of love will stop you hurting the person you’re in love with. But you’ve get to get through the cliché fuck-up period first. Or you’ve got to have true love from the start. And neither of those, let’s face it, are things you’re going to achieve before you die.
So my advice is to come to London and camp out in Waterloo Station. That one’s got its days numbered. And dying suddenly in a terrorist attack is surely better than cutting yourself apart on the grinding, contradictory cogs of your emotions.
Have a fantastic day!
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 4:45 pm
Why do you hurt the ones you love? Is it because you can show them your true self even when you are unhappy or angry and you don't have to keep that side under control like you would with the strangers? Also why does it hurt more when the ones you love hurts you than if someone else does the same thing to you.
It hurts more when someone you love hurts you because you care about what they do. It creates a huge amount of turmoil when you care about someone that's hurt you.
The people that don't end up in turmoil become battered wives, etc.
enjoyed- love joy