The Remote Control Theory

I can't help but think that liking someone is like giving them a remote control to control your mood and emotions.. It's up to them to press "happy" or "sad" or "pissed" or "turn volume down" or "be completely hopelessly utterly undignified"... Haih..

And yeah, sometimes we voluntarily hand over our remote control to someone special.. We push it into their hands, even, because they seem to just press "happy"for us  all the time.. Then comes the days when that person, wittingly or unwittingly, seems to press "sad" or "nervous" over and over.. And damn we wish like mad the remote control is back with us, safely tucked away no one can touch it..

Of course, we also hold other people's remotes.. and unconsciously or even manipulatively press on the buttons.. Sometimes, because other people pressed our buttons and hurt us, we have to make ourselves feel better by pressing on those little poor remotes in our possession, hurting others in turn..

Well, after some time, some people get fed up of the existence of these remote controls.. fed up of the fact that they are so easily brought down to their knees by other people.. So, they lock them and never give them away to anyone, giving the impression that they are special beings for whom no remote control was ever created.. Others, just get more and more immune to the buttons, more and more resistant to hurts, but more and more resistant to trust as well.. Still others, are the lucky fellows who found someone more than worthy to safe keep their remote controls, a person who will never, ever intentionally push the little dials to hurt them..

Hm... Actually, after thinking of this analogy, I can't help having an image in my mind of a guy kneeling down, proposing marriage, but handing out not a ring but a small remote control in his hand, saying, "I give the control of my moods, my emotions, my thoughts, my life to you.. You can break or make my day.. Please be careful with this enormous power..." 

And when I see couples walking together in jeans, holding hands, I can't help but notice the remote controls sticking out of their back pockets, snug testaments of what they trusted to each other's care.. And can't help thinking that for some wives, their husbands have given their remote controls to someone else long ago, but she doesn't realize it, or vice versa..

Hufh, to be independent and self-controlled, or to be open and vulnerable.. The choices aren't that great, ain't it?

*Dear readers please pardon the rather depressing tone.. As always, blame it on the rain..*