Friday, 07 December 2012
For the last twenty-two years, I have kindled a very close relationship with my closest consort, Pride. Pride has supported me in all of my endeavors and has always made me feel like my feelings mattered most. Every man I have ever been romantically involved with has been in a three-way relationship with Pride and I, and Pride has always helped me achieve what I think is best.
Over the years, Pride and I have built a strong relationship, even to the point where I have consciously ignored people and obligations because Pride has always assured me that it’s the right thing to do. There has very rarely been an instance where a person has shushed my beloved Pride.
Last night I realized that over the last year, I have willingly allowed someone else to come between me and my dear Pride and that they in fact are exceedingly more important to me than Pride has been. This person has humbly weakened the once iron-clad relationship and understanding that my crony and I have had over the past decades. While I know that Pride will still be my side when it is rightfully called upon, and likely in situations not concerning its new superior, it is liberating and comforting to know that there is someone in this world that loves and respects me at a level that I completely reciprocate. This, I have learned, is a crucial variable in the abstract and complicated algorithm that leads to the perfect match.
It's not you Pride, it's him. I choose the right hand.
Have you experienced a sneaking metaphysical breakup with one of your more bold qualities? Did you have the same reaction?