Hey,
so I have a very limited time on the computer before practice and on the urging of a very wonderful friend (Des) I'm going to post this.
I shall warn you, it isn't really a story. It is in any one of the Jonas' point of view. And I wrote it 'cause this issue has been bugging me for a while now and I just took a few minutes to write a little something down on it.
It's not that great (although some people disagree) and not that long (sorry).
But I'm sharing it anyway.
~Belles <3 [is feeling wistful... ]
p.s. i'm working on an update for UB, no promises though.
p.p.s Comment! Please!
A Peep Into My Life
I quickly turned off the television and buried my face in my hands.
“Why do I even bother?” I muttered. “Why?”
I had just been through another unpleasant break-up (of course, when have breakups ever been pleasant?) and no sooner had it happened than my ex-girlfriend had to go blabbing all about our relationship on every talk show, magazine, and radio she could get her hands on.
I never understood why they did that to me.
We both agreed that keeping our relationship a secret would be the best for everyone (even though everyone seemed to have already figured it out). And during our relationship we'd share many laughs and smiles. Sweet moments and kisses. Hugs and inside jokes. During our relationship we'd have the best time ever.
But something would come up, something always came up, that made it imperative for me to break up with her. So I would. And next thing I know, our story is everywhere.
It wasn't fair.
All those months of sneaking around. Of love and friendship. All those happy times and random moments, twisted around so that I was the bad guy. Put up for public dissection. For people to read and discuss. To pick sides. (Usually not mine.)
It just wasn't fair.
And besides all that. Why would she do that? Shouldn't it be enough that we had a lovely time together? I mean, nobody seriously believes that teenage romances last forever. So why not just take the break-up like the strong-willed person I know she is and keep her mouth shut?
Why tell everyone?
I never understood it. And I don't think I ever will. In fact, I'm not sure I'll ever date again. Or maybe, if I do, I'll make her sign a legal document so that (in case of a break-up) she can't tell anyone about our past relationship.
No, that'd be stupid.
But so is the fact that people feel as if they have the right to know all about my private life. As if, because they already know my favorite color, bought all my CDs, and stood in line for tickets it gives them the right to stick their noses in my personal relationships.
Just once I 'd like to stalk one of them on the Internet. Accuse them of dating someone their just friends with. Try to find hidden meanings in all of their conversations. And once I find out who they're dating (or might be dating) bash that person horribly so that they come crying to you because of all the cruel things they were called. Then once you break-up with them I'll find out how it happened and immediately pick a side, choosing to harshly insult the person whose side I did not pick.
I took a deep breath.
No, I'd never do that. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that there's a lot of other, good decent fans who don't do that either. Who like me and my brother's simply for our music and our personalities. Who don't bother our personal lives because they realize it's private.
But I wasn't thinking of them. I was just worrying about what she'd spill next.
Would she, in her anger over my dumping her, tell the radio host the time I got so overwhelmed I cried on her shoulder like a baby? Or show the talk show host the embarrassing photo I gave her jokingly of me as a toddler? Would she spill my secrets? Tell everyone my nickname for her? Explain in detail what exactly we did when we were together?
It's so nerve wracking knowing that there's someone out there who has the power to destroy you and your career and the angry mentality in which to do it too.
I sighed, standing up from the couch.
One day down, a million to go.
