Have you ever met somebody who was placed so high on a pedestal of glory that when you finally reached their level, to meet them after all that time you realise that ignorance is bliss. You can not be displeased by something you have never known. You only know the beauty. You only know the public front, the social media profile they want you to know. Like a rose – beautiful, tender and delicate but hold one the wrong way and they’re vicious, sly and aloof.
Have you ever met somebody like this? I’m certain you’ll have just thought of somebody. I bet this person brings out the worst in you; lip snarl included. Of course you have met somebody like this. Everybody has. Sometimes people say it’s down to jealousy and maybe they’re right, maybe it is. It’s a nice thing, to be idolised – after all they say imitation is the sincerest format of flattery and it is. If somebody wants to be the same as you, do the same as you, well that’s definitely a complement. Nobody ever intentionally does anything that makes themselves look anything less than brilliant – subconscious or conscious; it’s all the same.
But what if it’s not, what if its not jealousy.
What if your lip snarls and your teeth bare and your back arches because you’re waiting for the person to come undone? Because everything this person does is to make you look less than brilliant. That’s not jealousy. That’s just pure incompatibility.
There isn’t anything wrong with that. I once read a quote, a prose, a poem… I’m not exactly sure what the title is but for certain I know what it said and I know that the message is right:
I guess the essence of this is – you just gotta do you boo. She’ll always grind your gears, but she’ll unwind; people like that always do. He will wear you down, but he will move on to pastures new… or you will – because people are always do.
Ah ya know – the rose will always prick you with it’s thorns, but only if you get close enough. Keep it in a vase on a shelf, on display and its beautiful, idilic, gentle. Keep your thorns like this; keep them attached to their roses. Whilst they’re on display. Whilst they’re far away. They become tolerable, harmless – forgivable even?