So attachement and detachment disorders are real complexities in real life and people are affected by them. No this is not what am going to write about i ain't a psychologist but am just writing a disclaimer and notifying you of the seriousness of the issue coz am taking a lightness to it. Now back to business.
Big Bro Africa allstars ended and i was in a kind of lost phase..what to do now? It is really easy to get attached to things and people so i have found...I got to know all characters loved some strongly disliked others, the person i loved won and i jubilated and ululated and was shaking for joy..Now this is someone i have never met save for social media like facebook and a tv screen, when the tv screen went black coz the channel was shut down its like i lost someone and now am searching on facebook twitter google for whatever specks of life of the housemates outside the house...I CAN NOT LET GO.
So in my co-relative mind i thought if i can get attached to people in a box and glass with pictures powered by electricity then what about real life real people.
I will admit i can't let go of things both negative and positive..i still have and wear a t-shirt one of my mom's employees bought me in 1999...yes 1999 now don't judge some of y'allz closets still have scrunchies. I try to hold on to all relationships and i would rather forgive than fight. I am still friends with all my exes..no not friends with benefits but friends as in we care about each other and our life's progress. I will never forget my classmate who called me yellow eyes. To me i have issues with detachment/attachment but it is not unhealthy...and in my defense(yes am bringing in the court room drama)..my mom never throws away anything..we are a family of hoarders but not to life threatening circumstances.
Okay you don't buy my stories of my sanity and healthy levels of issues with attachment, let me disprove you with a story.
So i knew a guy we shall call Peter and he had a girlfriend called Jane..Now they were in love but Jane was so possessive..she would check his emails facebook insist that he make his posts about her introduce her to all his friends a process which she used to weed out her threats and none threats. At the end of the day he had no female friends no male friends with girlfriends no male friends who frequent bars. Peter felt fed up and dumped her...She stole his phone when he got a new one she tapped into it, she would wait outside his house and go to his work place. The height was an attempted suicide...now if you still think my minimalistic obssesion is bad i have no more stories for you.
I still don't get why we go to such extremities..i have heard of football fans committing suicide, lovers and fans..we are a very expressive species and the most intellectual species yet we still kill ourselves over mundane things.
I guess the brain is not the strongest organ but the heart...it gives life so it makes sense that it would be the taker of life and not the brain.
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