Love Hate Relationships

We all have them. We love to hate and hate to love. These aching and complicated relationships may come in forms of people, habits, pleasures or states of mind. They suck you in and spit you back out leaving you stripped from everything you thought you had. So as you stand there shivering you struggle to think back to what it was you loved so much and as the poison settles deeper you slowly loose sight of the warm giddy love as the dense cloud of hate and disgust moves in. This of course is the extreme dramatized example as my most recent love hate relationships have shifted from running to my bangs to my guilty and most regretfully pleasure of Twilight.

The Twilight phenomenon can only be explained by mind tranced subliminal messages. Teens, twenty-somethings and even over the hill women have been captivated by Twilight. I get the hysteria and where the obsession comes from, being that I had a slight stint of lust for Zac Efron a few years ago, but I don't understand why girls are ga-ga over Rob Pattinson. (C'mon he is no Brad or Zac) Still, despite my overall hate for Twilight I am nevertheless obsessed with it. I have not read any of the books but I did rent the movie and I have found my

self excited about the release of New Moon. I hate to love Twilight. And now, as the New Moon craze flows wildly through our blood streams I can admit that I have undoubtedly jumped on the Twilight bandwagon and I fully intend on seeing the movie this weekend and even had my coworker burn me a copy of the Twilight DVD. May the subliminal messages control me and hold me under Rob Pattinson's scary yellow gave and pasty skin.

Moving on to more re

latable love hate relationships, the most obvious one I believe is the undying demon of physical exercise. I don't believe for one second those people who say the "truly enjoy working out" I get the post workout high- it's a great feeling. But those crazy people waking up at 4am to get that workout in is just astonishing to me. Not even Santa can get me out of bed that early. I have a serious love hate with running and it is something I am working out.

Girls have it much worse than guys. Not only do we have to look amazingly hot all the time, which isn't really alllllll that difficult, but we have to put up with daily nuisances. At least twice a year I get the brilliant idea to get bangs. It always sounds like a great idea coming out of my hairstylist mouth (damn you Sonya) and I find myself two weeks later hating them. Sure they look great in a third of the pictures taken and I occasionally get that sultry sexy vixen look just right. But more times then not I pull them back with a bobbi-pin. My love hate relationship with my bangs is starting to feel more like a marriage with the divorce lawyer on speed dial.

Why do we torture ourselves??! Is that seldom taste of pleasure so gratifying that we cannot live without it? Are the people intertwined in our love hate relationships so addictive that rehab is the only way to overcome them? So whatever your choice of drug may be we will all continue to indulge in the very things that drive us crazy. Now hurry on to your Twilight showing!