Loving you doesn’t necessarily mean that I also like you!



By Stanley Collymore

Alright, so I’m in love with you; but to be equally honest I don’t

particularly like you. For what I emotionally and, I must also

stress, involuntarily feel for you and categorize as love I

have no control over and am simply a vulnerable hostage

to it, even though I’ve repeatedly done my level best

to rein in and sought with the utmost earnestness

to permanently put an end to this intolerable

situation that I find myself in, albeit and

regrettably I must concede having been

exceptionally unsuccessful so far

in that specific endeavour.

In marked contrast were I to like you that state of affairs

would of itself be an entirely different ball game, the

rules of which are pretty straightforward and very

unlikely, if ever, to be either influenced or even

skewed by largely irrational and quite often

inexplicable emotions that in the case of love,

customarily as well as infuriatingly, have the habit

of getting in the way of logical decision-making.

As a result the level playing field that would

accordingly result from this discerning

approach to evaluating matters of

the mind through liking someone

encouragingly then becomes

a much more realistic and

sensible way of actually

dealing with affairs

of the heart.

That unfortunately isn’t a credible scenario where

you and I are concerned, and therefore I’d like to

suggest that we both, out of a deserved integrity

to ourselves as individual human beings if not

from any sense of duty or common decency

to all those who’ve not only plausibly fallen

in love but also genuinely like the person to

whom that love is freely entrusted, do the

proper thing and permanently dispense

with this farce of a relationship that

maintains its stranglehold on me,

and which sensibly and with

hindsight, from both our

true perspectives, we

should never have

embarked on

in the first

place!

© Stanley V. Collymore

20 October 2013.

Commentary:

Self-delusion is a recurrent theme that pervasively runs through many dysfunctional relationships allegedly and, more often than not, entered into on the basis of love. Each to their own I say but I’d much prefer to know that I actually like someone and that that liking is genuinely reciprocated, rather than fatuously or even consciously subduing myself and de facto my innermost feelings to the often senseless vagaries of supposed love.

That’s my personal pitch and I’m resolutely sticking with it; you too have the inalienable and democratic right to do the same or else choose to flounder in the morass of unrequited love or embed yourselves in deeply impaired emotional liaisons. It’s your call; and whether that decision is the epitome of sagacity or clearly the outcome of abysmal stupidity, while legitimately opening itself up to approval or criticism it should nevertheless be firmly respected.