Last night in a girlie outing, conversation steered towards how the zodiac sign of a person affected their attitude towards a relationship. It was claimed, and I quote:
Pisces would be perfectly fine swimming along, things going well in a relationship, then they’d decide to roll over and die and that would be the end of it.
I smiled, an automated response, and argued that the rolling over and dying is never that sudden and is really quite gradual.
After having a while to contemplate it, decided to write on behalf of the fishes, explaining how and/or why, for I assure you, there is always logic to our madness.
I think Elizabeth Gilbert put it beautifully:
“If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will protect upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.”
We are that extreme and that intense. Moreover we are that spaced out and deluded. You see, we never really loved you, per say, we loved a version of you that only we saw. We, for all practical purposes, only saw the good in you, the finest possible version of you that you could be, and fell in love with that. Moreover, we idolised that version, put you on a pedestal and treated you like Helen of Troy (or Hercules.. depending on your perspective) and then some.
Then we love you with great dedication and passion. We would support your dreams, go out of our way to make your life a little easier, make it our mission in life to impress you and keep you happy. We become caring and attentive, we whom by the way usually don’t give a damn about much. We listen! A rarity in this world. Moreover we understand. Once again, I can’t phrase it better than Liz already has above, but it is insane the measures we would go to when in love.
Trick is, amidst this shower of niceties and public displays of affection, we often become so consumed with pampering you, that the relationship is no longer balanced. We have just spent months (in a best case scenario) telling you how perfect you are, how flawless, how incapable of error, how all your wishes are commands and how no matter what you do we will tolerate and understand. Yet unfortunately it isn’t true. We take perfectly fine potential partners and ruin them… spoil them entirely… then have the audacity to complain about what selfish flawed beings they are. Yet they are what we’ve made them.
Then the relationship becomes a burden, the actions that were so effortless before become a daily nightmare. The idols fall out of grace. We see them, as if for the first time, as the humans they have always been. By then we have grown tired of it all and in her words decide to roll over and die.
Only to shortly after hit repeat. Afterall, fish only have a 30 second attention span, its not like we were cats or anything.