They say opposites attract. And similarity, causes the occurrence of repelling.Making full use of Chemistry, it's like how two negative/positive terminals of magnets push away, and two opposite ends stick and get along with each other so well.It's pretty baffling, thinking of the logic of it all and how it comes about. If two things are the same, have similar thoughts and want similar things- the chances of miscommunication, tension and annoyance is so high. If just thought about in a blink though, it seems like that should be the total opposite.At the same time, when two different opinions, views and standards come about, the chances of an arrival of a new term which is tolerable to both sides, somehow just appears without a logical explanation.Everything I hold firm to and believe in, is hard to let go. Because it makes sense, seems logical and is just me. But then the seed never falls far from the tree, as different as two different clouds may look, size or shape- they both originate from water droplets. And how much more different can water droplets get.Having so much in common is nice. Thinking the same thoughts, having the same views and feeling the same feelings is comforting, because then not much needs to be said, not too different thoughts need to be voiced out and there doesn't need to be more than one explanation. Just one will do, because that other someone, just should get it now.The Chinese used to bind the feet of girls' together since young, so the shape and contour of the feet just become tiny, stunted and shaped to be, the shape of the bind. An exact replica, so to say.After a few years, the bones start to not grow naturally anymore, with the binds surrounding it. It doesn't grow longer or bigger. It remains curled in the white bandage, sitting in the same position because of the hindrance it faces from the white cloth tightly wrapped around it.After a few years of being moulded, you could remove the cloth. You could free the foot from its bondages and leave it to grow in it's own way. But inevitably, it won't ever look like a normal foot again. Sure, bandages break, bondages are released. But it's shape, size, contour, construction would have been quite permanently created.You could say, it would grow normally from now on then. Take it's own shape, find its own stability and learn to take its own steps. But it would be complete distortion, if you said it could or would be starting a new.Because what it carries on from, will be what it builds on later. It would follow the curves, bends and formation of its binds' mould. Sure, walking would be possible after, even with its tiny sole and fragile structure. But only with tiny, excruciating steps, or by having to depend on a cane -is it possible.You can't possibly reprimand a Victorian lady for wearing a corset and shaping her waist to be of a certain figure. Not at all, because what right do you have to tell her what she is to do with her body, tell her what you think she should be aiming for in context of her own body shape.The idea of beauty she holds, might only be able to be seen in her eyes, and that might be all it takes for her to be satisfied. What seems bizarre to someone else, might not seem worth even just a flinch to her.At the same time, if she totally detests high multicoloured socks (for instance), telling off someone she sees parading in them on their feet, would be despicable on her side. Because that certain spectrum of colour might be good enough to keep that certain seafood-er, happy.So like bonded feet, corsets or even multicoloured socks, antagonising someones belief or views isn't exactly the best thing to do, (unless of course it involves sticky glue and hair, that sort of thing.)It's easy to push it into the corner of the brain labeled 'unacceptable', 'berserk', or plain 'ppft', if a flaw or opposition arises from an individual because- 'I don't see the logic.'But when you have thoughts in your head you completely detest yet hold on so strongly too, then hear them being voiced out in such strong belief by someone else it becomes -scary.Because then it comes back to the whole issue of similarity, repelling. There's the immense relief having someone think the same thoughts, have the same worries and fear the same things as you, because that means they understand. But when you stop and think, then realise those are the original worries, that got yourself worrying, it gets balled up in a whole big cluster of confusion, anger, resent and mixup mystification.Noone knows if the Victorian ladies' waists would have originally wanted to be a little bigger than size zero (whichonmysideIwoulddefinatelynotunderstand). Noone knows if the bonded feet originally intended to be a size eleven and play in the NBA. Because bones don't talk, feet don't either, and being at such a young age makes knowing what you want- a little upstream. So then, you just shape yourself to fit into a corset, contour your toes to fill the bandages, and think and believe what's given and provided right from the beginning.Like I said, corsets are bewilderingly beautifully, tiny feet are excruciatingly exquisite. And someones thoughts might be thrilling to them. I believe if there isn't any wrong or danger in having an opinion, nothing should get in the way or change it.But like I said, it's the whole not knowing -whether clouds being pink would still be funny if everyone saw them as pink, right from the beginning. Not knowing if walking on all fours would be still weird, if everyone grew up doing that from the start.And it's scary, because I see myself so much in you. Certain things I know we both share and feel so strongly in, yet know can sometimes get a little out of hand because of the similar personality traits. And I don't know, if I detest seeing that part of personality in myself, or unlike you, just don't/won't know how to handle it.But I know, I do Love You.
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