Euns asked me how one can get out of the "friends zone." I said, that's a funny thing to ask me, since out of the four people on my left hand, three of them I was friends with before we became a couple.
Euns, here is what I've come to realize: every person has his own "bubble." It's a protective shield, a defense mechanism which each person puts up to prevent themselves from being hurt by others. When two people become close, they decide to put down these defenses, lower their shields, retract their "bubbles" to allow the other person to penetrate their soul. Once the two people have bonded, they form a new "bubble" which covers the two of them. At first, it may seem that their world has become much smaller, since most interaction involves only these two people. But slowly, once they have adapted to this set-up, then they slowly become re-integrated into the world as one bubble, and they begin their journey of interaction with other "bubbles."
Unfortunately, not everything is permanent. Once a separation or break-up occurs, the "bubble" bursts, and the two individuals are thrown into the world without their protective "bubbles," at least, until time passes and they are strong enough to form new ones. During this period when no bubble has formed yet, the individual is "naked" and completely vulnerable to foreign objects. This is why people usually have support groups during these times, because these support groups serve as the individual's protective bubble during his moment of weakness. Of course, once your protective bubble is complete, then you're ready to go out into the world and interact on your own again.
So anyway, I don't know if this whole entry made any sense. I don't know if I was able to clarify anything, but hey, I tried.
Now, I am not sure if my protective bubble is back. In fact, I don't want it to come back. For me, the bubble is a hindrance to flowing, mingling and going somewhere. I wish I can find someone who can take the place of the bubble and instead protect me with his own arms and defend me with his own love.
I should stop blogging.
