Whenever I indulge into a head-on conflict with people around me, I wonder- Is it Love?!
There is a something that takes place when you want to lash out against a loved one..
There is drama between the One and the Other!
They hurl such vicious words against each other-clearly the Other really, really, really matters. Why else would One bother? It is a very different kind of love-the malignant one, the one that pisses you off and the one that is viciously lethal in its own journey-but love nevertheless.
There is a something that takes place when you want to lash out against a loved one..
There is drama between the One and the Other!
They hurl such vicious words against each other-clearly the Other really, really, really matters. Why else would One bother? It is a very different kind of love-the malignant one, the one that pisses you off and the one that is viciously lethal in its own journey-but love nevertheless.
One hurts the Other with rude and lewd commentaries.The Other angry, attacks ruthlessly. Both talking. Neither listening. Two powerful personalities, blazing comets I had say..
One wants to love, the other refuses to love. One an outsider of the palace, the Other the King the same palace. One the angry devotee, the other God. Each one highly territorial and some would say rather manipulative. Both smart. Both charismatic. Both argumentative. Both alphas, refusing to listen to other points of view. Both convinced they are right. Both wanting to change the world about the concept of Love, but only their way. Both loving the attention, the adulation, and the martyrdom.
One wants to love, the other refuses to love. One an outsider of the palace, the Other the King the same palace. One the angry devotee, the other God. Each one highly territorial and some would say rather manipulative. Both smart. Both charismatic. Both argumentative. Both alphas, refusing to listen to other points of view. Both convinced they are right. Both wanting to change the world about the concept of Love, but only their way. Both loving the attention, the adulation, and the martyrdom.
It could be the beloved elder brother, your best friend who just refuse to get along. It could be your mother and your wife, your husband and your father. Identities do not matter...