misanthropy

It's just as easy to anticipate the anguish that comes along with pleasure (the loss of it; anticipating the moment the pleasure is gone.)

Let me build you a story before I delve wholly into analysis ...

Lovelovelove *love runs away* hurt hurt hurt. HURT. BIG-GAPING-WOUND. Scab. Healing. Heals.. heals... heals..... healed. New un-hurting feeling. Strength? INVINCIBILITY! ALL-POWERFUL NO ONE CAN HURT ANYMORE WHO NEEDS LOVE .. eh? What's that, who's that, I want to know THEM WHO ARE THEY! Hello .. *empty fluttery feelings fill stomach replacing needs to ever eat or drink or do anything besides spend time with this person* SPEND TIME with this person . ADDICTION. MMmmmmm love. Love. LOVELOVELOVE. *hiccup* Love? *SHIT-FACED on LOVE* Rolling, exhilarating! everything is so fast and fun and *Wheeeeeeeee* go fast go fast down the hill faster FASTER WHO NEEDS CONTROL OUT OF CONTROL *FUCK.*
BIG-F*CKING-GAPING-WOUND.

Back to the analysis. It's just as easy to anticipate the anguish that comes along with pleasure (the loss of it; anticipating the moment the pleasure is gone.)

Because of that, is the stagnancy -or the numbness, or the lack of those wondrous emotions- better? Better not to feel, so as not to hurt?
Is that what we spend our whole lives doing? Starting wide open and closing up gradually as we learn how to better protect ourselves after each situation?
The ones who don't... The ones who break, and hurt and hurt again, worse every time, do we applaud their efforts? Are they braver? Those who dive in dangerous waters, deeper every time in search of nirvana?
Maybe they just haven't figured it out yet.

Cynicism was always less disappointing.

What was that word ... Misanthropic.