{"id":66,"date":"2026-01-18T08:46:50","date_gmt":"2026-01-18T07:46:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.electricbreak.com\/?p=66"},"modified":"2026-04-29T14:39:55","modified_gmt":"2026-04-29T13:39:55","slug":"being-primitive-or-being-pinnacle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.electricbreak.com\/index.php\/2026\/01\/18\/being-primitive-or-being-pinnacle\/","title":{"rendered":"Being primitive, or being pinnacle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Opening the Door Again<\/strong><\/h1>\n\n\n\n

Hello. Yes \u2014 it\u2019s that<\/em> kind of blog post again. The kind where nothing makes sense at first, but somehow wraps itself into a feeling of accomplishment by the end. Clever, right? It radiates exactly the outcome it\u2019s supposed to radiate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those Times\u2026 Oh, Those Times<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

There were moments in my life \u2014 ohhhh, those moments \u2014 when I actually had a relationship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou? In a relationship? Bro? Sure?\u201d<\/em> I can already hear the imaginary audience laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But yes, it happened. And no, I\u2019m not a grandfather just because I haven\u2019t had a relationship since. Uncle energy? Sure. That one I accept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those times were funny. And sexy. Sexy tiiiimes. Okay, moving on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The real point is this: I put her on a pedestal. (You thought I was going to say something else. Don\u2019t lie.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fifteen years later, she\u2019s still there \u2014 not in reality, but in imagination. That\u2019s where she lives now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love, Adoration, and the Confusion Between Them<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

You and I \u2014 or I and you \u2014 or just me, with you reading this\u2026 We all know what it\u2019s like to love too much, give too much, adore too much. To not know the difference between loving and adoring, liking and adoring, wanting and worshipping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were young. We didn\u2019t know which word to use. So we used the one everyone else used: I love you.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I refuse to call my past stupid. I refuse to call my mistakes stupid. I loved her. That\u2019s it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And here\u2019s the shift: I\u2019m learning to give that same love to myself. That\u2019s the change I want in my life \u2014 the love I always needed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Theories, Distance, and the Return of Love<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I have many theories about how things could have worked out if we still had each other\u2019s presence. But we don\u2019t. And that\u2019s not a tragedy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Love isn\u2019t lost. Love always comes back \u2014 because love and hate travel together. And hate, honestly, gets tired of holding love hostage. So it sends love back when it feels like it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thank you, Hate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Closing the Page<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Well, folks, I\u2019m tired. It\u2019s been a pleasure writing to no one, as always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day \u2014 you know \u2014 one day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until then: Enjoy. Have fun. Be present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Being primitive, or being pinnacle<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hello, its this kind of blog post again. Where nothing will make sense, or it all will wrap up in this sense of accomplishment at the end that makes all the writing and hopefully the reading by you make sense. Lol, so clever and it does appear to radiate the outcome that it is supposed to be radiating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were times in my life, when. Oh, those times. Ohhhhhhh, thooooose times. Yes, where I used to have a relationship. WHAT? You in a relationship? You? Bro? Sure? I know, it what stupid to mention it. No, no, please go, name it longer, give it to us. Said the kids to the not that old uncle. Why would I be a grandfather, if I was not in any relationships after that one time. Right? Uncle is possible, that I am happy about. So, those times were funny and sexy. Ha. Sexy timeees. Yes, okay. That was the story? Well, no, there’s more. I used to put her on top of my… bro… on a pedestal. Oh, you thought I was gonna use the D word. I did, and you almost used it. Funny. How do you mention this in a book, without mentioning it in a blog post, haha. Fifteen years later she is still on this pedestal. Into my imagination, that is the way it is, for now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I, and you, either way. Meaning, you and I, or I and you, or just I, with you. Nevertheless, its us, who we have to deal with those situations where we used to love too much and gave too much, and adored to much, and didn’t know the difference between loving and adoring and liking and adoring, and was it supposed to be love or was it supposed to adore, which one should we have said, so we gust used what everybody else is using and used I love you, instead of I adore you. Oh, well. We were young, who cares? We were young, and stupid? No, no thank you. I never want to believe that my past was stupid, that I’ve made stupid mistakes. No, thank you. I love her. And, I’ve decided to continue writing after that. Giving love is not bad! Giving love is good. Love, maybe that all she wanted to be loved. Maybe, all that I want to give is to give love, so I do. I love me. Now, that’s the change that I want to introduce into my live, the love that I always needed. Thank you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have many theories about how things can be working out, if we were to be still having each others presence but we do not. We don’t have each others presence. Not a shame, and love is not lost. Love always comes back, because love goes with hate, and hate cannot stand having too much love. So, hate sends love baack, whenever it feel like it. Thank you, Hate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well folks, I got tired of writing, It’s been a pleasure writing to no one, as always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day, you know, one day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until then, enjoy, have fun and be present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bless you from god, and god bless you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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