Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Emotional affairs are swamps

We're all familiarised with the fairytale saying, "Don't play in the woods" right? Woods are like forests, right? And forests are like swamps, yes? So then, woods are like swamps? Doesn't make sense? Well fine, whatever. Makes sense to me :D.. Not really, but screw that. Well back to the point, as woods are similar to swamps, I could say, "Don't play in the swamps" yeah? May not have much clarity, but I figured a bit of fairytale can be the back support for my thoughts.
Emotional affairs are swamps.
Dark, deep, damp, dangerous, murky, blinding and feared they are. Occasionally it is too easy to find ourselves in these swamps. Perhaps we don't find them, they find us. The dirty smothering towering trees surround us blocking the sunlight of logic. From the outside they may be intriguing and tempting but we are fooled. Fooled like Little Red Riding Hood. Once we are in, we give the Big Bad Wolf a chance to consume us. Who we once were, no longer matters, the pitch black tint in these swamps takes no notice, killing all what we once stood for. When we think of swamps we think of unpleasant, icky wetness.
Define: Swamps
A place where the land is always wet

For some people, the wetness may represent the tears that flood. But I don't think so. I think the wetness pinpoints the heaviness of emotional affairs. No matter where you wander in the swamps the wetness follows you. Because the fact is, the wetness is everywhere in a swamp. In an emotional affair, like a swamp the feel of something clingy is there, sticky and gluey. Sticking to you, not letting go. When you try to pull away from the gluey matter at first it may seem like finally an escape is within reach, however give it a few, and the presence of the elastic aspect will come to surface. Like a rubber band it slams back at you. Reality then hits you. You are stuck. Stuck in the swamp. Suffocating.
Like swamps, emotional affairs are packed of vicious, gruesome things that bite you and drag you down. As you wander your way through the suffocating land you trip and fall, struggling to pull your feet out of the murky grittiness. There is no freedom, there is no light.
Your life is strangled out of you, sucking out all the space you once had. In the swamp you are prone to diseases with no way out, you are stuck. Your feet have sunk in the ground, you are trapped. The swamp is too deep, the clearing where the rays of light screaming freedom is out of sight. No where near. Or perhaps you're just blinded. As you wander deeper into the swamp the more danger you face, more ferocity appears. Run away.. you can try. But remember, in a swamp the wetness is everywhere. When you dive into the river the grotesque substances are barely noticeable at first but when you swim and foolishly push deeper the suffocation intensifies, becoming unbearable. In conclusion, in my book, the most dominating characteristic of emotional affairs is swampy.

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