Comments on: Insecurity? Possessiveness? or Complexity? – a Dangerous Fall Out

By: anonymous

anonymous — Wed, 06 May 2009 15:18:33 +0000

Oh no… see how people copy your posts

Insecurity?

Pathetic.

By: anonymous

anonymous — Sun, 03 May 2009 17:08:40 +0000

Cool Got the point now, why my GF is having insecurities. Will look into it know.

By: Tulu

Tulu — Fri, 01 May 2009 20:15:56 +0000

The story reminds me a case of my own past life. It was 9th July 2004. My first day as a govt servant. Where my BOSS was feeling insecure about me and asked me too..kya job continue karoge ki nehi..( Whether i will continue in my job or not because of huge demand in Software companies that time).

So the point is everywhere insecure presents and it starts making others to think about you in one or other activity …

By: anonymoys

anonymoys — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 11:41:53 +0000

Interesting post Could not leave in the middle. Sound observations “aamjunta”.

hmmm… but, why do most girls have insecurities? Is there any science behind?

By: anonymous

anonymous — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:30:49 +0000

It reminds me my BTech days. My GF used to keep a tag on every thing, starting from my friends to classes At my home, my parents used to have much more insecurities, as I am the only child. Good one. Hope to see some more in future.

By: aamjunta

aamjunta — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 12:46:53 +0000

Thanks all.. for sharing your views and telling the truth (of course in public)

By: ruta

ruta — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 12:16:17 +0000

hmmm…. I think know or relate some of your characters in the post. Good one, keep writing. By the way, I too have the same insecurity when my BF talks to other girls. Human instincts

By: Anne De Plume

Anne De Plume — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 06:49:58 +0000

Your article reminds me of a famous dramatic monologue by Robert Browning called “My Last Duchess” . The Duke narrates to a silent listener (who has come with a proposal of a wedding after the death of the Duchess), the story of why he murdered his last Duchess. Possessiveness and jealousy in its extreme forms is depicted in the poem:

Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive.

http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/rb/duchess/duchess.html

By: anonymous

anonymous — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 04:32:17 +0000

Could see myself in your story Good one.