Curiosity Killed the Cunt...
- Louise Moore
- Jun 19, 2020
- 6 min read
So why the fuck do we do it? Don't know what I'm on about? Allow me to explain...
Ever played with fire and got burnt? If you said no to that question, stop lying to yourself because we all have. I bet you tried to not blame yourself as well, right?
C'mon, we've all found ourselves in situations that make us wonder how the fuck it happened in the first place. Don't pretend you haven't had that 'oh fuck' feeling where it feels like you have a heart beat in your ass, you sweat behind your ears, the acid in your tummy turns to liquid fire, and your top lip sticks rolled up, outside-in, to the top of your teeth. Sexy. I'm now definitely wondering if you also just tried to get your top lip to purposely misbehave and turn inwards too
Grow up Louise. Grow up.
I digress.
Let's go back to the beginning. Why don't we start with the cat thing.
I know the original saying is curiosity killed the cat, but when transferring this method to humans, I prefer Cunt to be much more effective. Don't pretend you don't agree. At least one cunt (or even yourself!) sprung to mind when you read that. I sprung right to my own mind thank you very much!!
Allow me to introduce my inspiration for this post; My two cats, Thor and Missy.
Missy.
Thor.
Missy is up first; she is one lazy bastard, too fat to lick her own asshole, and will literally hoover up any morsel you leave laying around her. She's cute as a button of course. Little black nose, and purrs like setting 7 of a rabbit. If I'm being entirely honest, she's completely lost the will to be curious. Unlike Thor, her little brother. He's a true loveable rogue. Stays out all night, fights with the boys, has nicks out of his ears. He occasionally comes home smelling of aftershave which leads me to believe he has sleepovers with someone good enough to spread on a cracker.
Many occasions have I witnessed Thor being the ultimate curious cunt. I mean cat. Fuck. It's hard to stop once you start.
Time after time have I seen him go back to play a game that I know he knows doesn't end very well. It's like he's forgotten what it feels like to be hurt, or he can't quite remember how his whiskers smell like burnt batteries when he simply can't resist getting a smidge too close to a flickering candle...
Oh shit. This is all starting to sound very familiar. Dare I say it, it sounds a little bit like my life.
Now, I'm not referring to every single event of my life to that of a game á la Thor, but there are absolutely some similarities in the way I... no actually, allow me to rephrase that. I'm not sounding like the only crazy here!
There are some similarities in the way WE behave in the real world.
Let's start with a nice easy one. Actually, this one I'm not really guilty of much myself, (how in the fuck I've stayed clean from this one I'll never know) but I am aware it's a popular pastime to many. Grab the wine (or beers for you boys, you do it too) it's time to stalk. Even though it's just an accident and you don't know how you ended up there, right?
Fucking jokers.
I'm talking about social media stalking of course...
It's quite popular amongst both guys and girls. If you're not familiar with it, it's where the new beau of the guy or girl, will social media stalk the ex to erm, compare stats I guess? It seems to me like it's a massive ego problem, probably stemming from insecurities of the past sprinkled on top.
Seriously. I don't understand how any good can come from any of this. What do you want to see? An old couple holiday pic of theirs? Or guys, perhaps it's to see if he is more hench than you? Or girls, is it perhaps it's to see if she is more pretty than what you think you are?
Are you trying to destroy your new relationship before it's even began? What in the fuck are you hoping to find? Don't even get me started on what you're supposed to do if you accidentally "like" one of their posts. I mean, why?? WHY?
I can hand on heart say never have I ever, stalked a girl in this way. In fact, I can confirm I don't even know the names of any of my ex's girlfriends if they're lucky enough to have one!
But for real, don't we all have a history? And isn't it called history for a reason? Fucking leave it there. Put it in the bin. No good comes from digging. Ever. If you dig, you're gonna get hurt. Fact. Ignorance is bliss, and it's the ultimate reason why I've never found myself dragging up the Instagram of anyone that's potentially going to upset me.
Ah. This is a good one. And we have all definitely been here... The old red flags. Oh how I love to ignore a red flag. So what is it that makes us unable to turn the opposite way rather than turn the other cheek like we do? In my experience, and opinion, I believe we ignore red flags for a few reasons. Here's my top 3...
We really truly want to give them the benefit of the doubt that the tragic story they're telling could almost certainly be true, even when they spell their own fake surname incorrectly. (Yes, this happened to me. I tried to tell myself he was just nervous). What a twat.
We have an ego the size of the sun and we reckon we can be the ones to change them, otherwise why would they have picked you in the first place, right? Best just to have 5-9 more dates to find out more...
They're fit. There's no doubt about it. They are gorgeous, smell nice, give you just the right amount of sex appeal mixed with shyness. Just the right dose of mixed signals if you will. The perfect combination to make you want to get in their pants. Have I been guilty of this? Fuck yes.
Even armed with this knowledge, is it enough to make us want to stop ignoring red flags forever?
I think I answer for all of us when I say no. Curiosity and all that...
I'm gonna finish on a big one.
Drink, drugs, and everything that goes with it. I (kind of) get why we might do it once, maybe even twice. That's the curious part playing it's role, right? So let's talk about this. How many times have all of us collectively reading this blog right now said 'never again' the day after the night before?
What the fucking muff is wrong with us?
Why do we play with fire when we know we're going to get burnt? Allow me to try and decipher for us.
In my experience (again) the playing with fire part has quite often outweighed the part that burns like a bitch. Over time, we forget how it feels to go through a certain healing process for the love of a good time, even though it's usually super short lived. It's very hard to say no to something that makes you feel good, regardless of what that might be. It's what keeps us going back for more. We're here for a good time, not a long time, right?
I'm not saying that playing with fire, ignoring red flags and being a very curious cunt isn't fun (at times) or isn't part of normal life. The fact is, it's definitely something we will all continue to do over and over again in our lifetime.
It's only right for me to mention the downfalls, and of that (all joking aside) there are many. Some of which we may never recover from. More than anything else affected, the mental wellbeing takes a massive blow regardless of the reason why you were so bloody curious in the first place.
On that note, I'm going to leave you all to make your own curious judgment calls for the weekend, but I really do hope that even in the tiniest of ways, I've given you a little nudge to make you realise you are worth more than just being forever curious...
Louise x
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