I Get decieve by Colosaal of Emotions

 

In a world that loves to tell you to "follow your heart" and "listen to your gut," let's take a moment to acknowledge a very different, and perhaps more accurate, piece of advice: your emotions are not your GPS, they're a drunk passenger in the back seat arguing with the radio.

We've all been there. You're convinced that your "one-sided crush" is the key to eternal happiness, a magical unicorn of a person who will make everything okay. And for a while, it works! They're a lovely, shimmering distraction from the fact that you still need to do your taxes. This isn't love, it's emotional air-conditioning. It's a nice, cool breeze in the sweltering heat of reality.

And what about that promotion you were hoping for? You stayed up until 3 a.m. to finish that project, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the desperate hope of a shiny new title. You imagined the applause, the respectful nods from your colleagues, the little extra on your paycheck that would finally let you buy that fancy avocado slicer. And then... crickets. Did your hard work mean nothing? Of course not! It meant you finished the project. The rest of the narrative was a bonus feature your emotions added, like a director's commentary that's more interesting than the movie itself.

Then there's the grand performance of keeping your partner happy, even when you're feeling like a deflated balloon. You smile, you nod, you pretend to be fascinated by their new hobby of competitive thumb wrestling. You're a hero, a martyr to the cause of domestic tranquility. But let's be honest, you're also a human being with feelings, and pretending you're not is like trying to hold a beach ball underwater. Eventually, it's going to pop up and smack you in the face.

So, here's the deal. We get deceived by a colossal tide of emotions. We get swept away by the current of what we want to happen, not what is actually happening. We're not alone in this. It's a universal human experience. We're all sailing on the same leaky boat, trying to navigate with a map drawn by a toddler.

But here's the good news: we’re survivors. We've weathered these storms before. We've had our hearts broken, our hopes dashed, and our efforts ignored. And yet, here we are. We might have a few more wrinkles and a newfound appreciation for a good nap, but we haven't given up.

Why? Because somewhere, deep down, we know that our worth isn't defined by a promotion, a crush, or a perfect relationship. It's defined by our resilience. It's defined by the fact that we can get knocked down, feel all the ridiculous, overwhelming emotions, and still find the strength to get back up, dust ourselves off, and keep going. So go ahead, let those emotions wash over you. Feel the disappointment, the sadness, the fleeting elation. Just don't let them drive the car. They're much better suited for the back seat, shouting directions that make no sense.

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What's a time your emotions led you down a ridiculous path, only for you to laugh about it later?