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Saturday, August 13, 2005
Of Ironies and Sexual Repression

An old friend once told me how she broke up with a guy because they were going too far.  She was the first person who introduced to me the meaning of the phrase "everything but the girl."  I did not judge her for "going too far" and I did not judge her for moving away, running away to a different direction to find new friends of whom I was one.  People set their own limits.  The interplay of id and superego is personal business, and for Christians it's usually the superego that wins.

I guess this is all part of carrying your cross--relinquishing unauthorized happiness.

I've always wished her well.

The last year or so, I heard she was in a relationship.  Good for her.  She seemed really in love.

Irony of ironies: the guy recently broke up with her.  The repressed bastard is now blogging about how he should have done this a long time ago, how he should have known to "flee temptation," to be strong-willed with regard to his "holiness." 

Poetic justice?  More like a bad plot that keeps turning up in Christian romance. 

I have yet to offer any awkward word of comfort or stupid questions.  How are you?  What hapened?  What for?  I can read between the lines.  It just irritates the hell out of me how pharasaical instincts can get so much in the way of happiness, especially for responsible adults who should no longer be bound by irrational, unbending rules.

I always wished for her to be happy.  And for a while there, she was.

Posted at 10:34 pm by bloodchilde

 

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