When I get obsessed with something or someone, I get really obsessed.
My grip becomes relentless.
I’m a hoarder.
When something feels good or fulfils something that I need, I hold on to it and I don’t let go.
This sometimes comes back to bite me in the ass.
Like a 5 year long job I held on to even though I could get a better paying job with improved working conditions elsewhere.
Or when someone distances themselves from me, I choose to completely ignore the tells and find a way to still stay “close” to them.
Some people are just to kind to blow me off.
I’m an emotional person.
I’m a very sensual person.
So knowing these facts about myself I tend to avoid human beings, because once I open up to someone, it very hard for me to let go of them.
So I walk around with a scowl on my face.
I’m very unapproachable.
I have my defensives up, because I’m so gullible.
I then want to find things that would make you happy, so that I can also ride that high that comes from your happiness.
This makes me want to make you happy even more.
It becomes like a drug.
I have a very negative outlook in life generally, so finding “fountains” of happiness is like treasure hunting for me.
And when I do, I hoard it.
When someone I love breaks away from me or their level of reciprocal love diminishes, I feel like the whole world is ending.
Just like how mom separated from my dad during my teens.
It turns out dad divorced my mom and not the other way around.
I used to blame her for the longest of time for that.
I believe that’s why I stayed for so long with a company that did not value me.
Because “breaking up” with it would trigger an emotion linked to a devastating memory.
I’m a masochist.
My pain-threshold is high, so even when I’m being rejected, I find ways to ignore and muscle on the delusion of being wanted (this is because, to me pain is pleasure).
When in truth my services are no longer required.
I taught my brain to associate pain with pleasure.
It’s like having sex, but with my brain.
Which sometimes leads me to making rash decisions that end up with me meeting up wonderful people.
The MacGyvers of this world.
The Steven Siegals.
The Chuck Norrises.
The Never Dies.
Bo James Bond…who I end up falling in love with, because I have a weak restraint when it comes to managing my emotions.
I’m Musawenkosi Tshoaele.