15 definitions by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow
When you've done something you wish you hadn't, or hadn't done something you wish you had.
To argue which is worse is an exercise in futility; for the weight of their pain is subjective: the falling out of a friendship because of an unbridled tongue, the loss of the one you love because you didn't speak up, someone committing suicide because of something you'd said. The pain is there, festering; gnawing at your soul; relentlessly reminding you of its reason for existing: yourself. There's no one else you can blame; for there is no one else TO blame. All you can do is bear this burden, because it is a burden you've forced yourself to bear. And you do so willingly- subconsciously seeing it as penance for your sins.
To argue which is worse is an exercise in futility; for the weight of their pain is subjective: the falling out of a friendship because of an unbridled tongue, the loss of the one you love because you didn't speak up, someone committing suicide because of something you'd said. The pain is there, festering; gnawing at your soul; relentlessly reminding you of its reason for existing: yourself. There's no one else you can blame; for there is no one else TO blame. All you can do is bear this burden, because it is a burden you've forced yourself to bear. And you do so willingly- subconsciously seeing it as penance for your sins.
"Nowhere can a man run- no matter how far- from that which resides in his mind's eye. In vain, he persuades himself that he's able, that he can roam the world eternally until his thoughts fall to the wayside in exhaustion, that he can outlast them as though they were bound by mortal limitations. In his delusion, he forgets that he cannot outrun himself; for his antagonist does not rest from without, but from within. Like a demon sitting on his shoulder, the imp whispers his barbs wherever he goes, piercing him with every step; and yet he continues, thinking his consolation to be measured in miles..."
Regret cannot be satisfied with distance- that is the moral of this story.
Regret cannot be satisfied with distance- that is the moral of this story.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 24, 2013
This...(how should I put it)...thing...is something hard to explain, and hard to understand. She is someone who was entirely dependent on her very wealthy family for money , and really needed that money to gain whatever clout she has, because in the conversations I had with her, she wasn't very intelligent except for in a few things. Generally, she's retarded, and needed her bitch friends to cover her ass (some of which actually were as retarded themselves), because this...thing...stole clothes of mine to make it look like we'd had a relationship when there wasn't one (which makes her even more retarded). Seriously, how stupid is she (WAY dumber than myself, but not nearly as dumb as Gary)?
There is no example I can give that will capture how stupid Karin other than what I've already explained. She is THAT dumb.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow January 1, 2017
"If only they didn't become as psychotically obsessed as they did over that thing because they wouldn't have a police report on then now if they didn't engage in that idiocy."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 5, 2020
The psychological shadow of dishonesty, it is the willing exchange of the truth for a lie, because the lie is more palatable.
Those in denial can concoct even the strangest of fictions, but the Truth is stranger than Fiction; for we have made the Fiction to suit ourselves.
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 24, 2013
Love is that thing, that feeling, that state of being that takes the empty isolation within ourselves and imbues it with light; the color of the canvas of our souls. The warmth that fills you as you think about the one you love is indescribable, irreplaceable, and you do nothing but smile; for there is nothing you want to do but smile; there's nothing you CAN do except smile. The memories and thoughts of them make themselves known without warning; and all you can do is resist, but you'd rather surrender. It compels you, but its coercion is freeing.
It's so much more than mere caring, mere affection, mere emotion: it's that which makes you feel most yourself; for in Loving them, you are yourself. The mere idea of losing them, or harm coming to them, breaks your heart; for you are broken with them. You are no longer two, distinct people, but one, united being; one man, one woman, one flesh.
The very aim of Love is to bind itself unto the thing Beloved. If it doesn't, it's something else- its empty shadow (and even shadows are real). Love- True, Romantic Love- is not something which you give to another, but that which you choose to give no other- for there is no other to whom you wish to give it.
There's a saying that Love is blind, but True Love isn't; for it sees things as they are- faults and all- and Loves them anyway.
These three words carry the weight of the world: "I Love you."
It's so much more than mere caring, mere affection, mere emotion: it's that which makes you feel most yourself; for in Loving them, you are yourself. The mere idea of losing them, or harm coming to them, breaks your heart; for you are broken with them. You are no longer two, distinct people, but one, united being; one man, one woman, one flesh.
The very aim of Love is to bind itself unto the thing Beloved. If it doesn't, it's something else- its empty shadow (and even shadows are real). Love- True, Romantic Love- is not something which you give to another, but that which you choose to give no other- for there is no other to whom you wish to give it.
There's a saying that Love is blind, but True Love isn't; for it sees things as they are- faults and all- and Loves them anyway.
These three words carry the weight of the world: "I Love you."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow May 6, 2013
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by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow June 21, 2013