I have always wanted to be able to play the field, but I think I'm just not programmed that way. My body gives me the green light and for a brief minute it feels great. But once the road gets slippery, my mind tells me to pull the brakes, and I'm again at a crossroad... a crossroad of celibacy, promiscuity or monogamy. Very often the road to monogamy is under construction, so what is left is celibacy and promiscuity... and whilst promiscuity sounds enticing, in the end, I will always get hurt, resent and regret; break, burn and end; it's like a road that can jeopardize my life. Celibacy may sound archaic and prosaic, but if it's gonna keep me from resenting anyone, why not? Who knows maybe the road to celibacy has a left turn to monogamy?
Prolly tmi but I feel that being able to reveal a more personal part of me can be therapeutic...
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