Cheating is such a sinister word. It calls to mind all sorts of negative scenarios, but why do we still do it? We cheat on our diets, we cheat on exams, we cheat on our lovers, politicians cheat on us, and worst of all is that sometimes we cheat on ourselves as well.
In school, that was a simple rule we all had to follow. If we got caught, consequences were sure to kick our butts afterwards. Real life is no different. We are taught these things at an early age so that we can avoid having cheating tendencies when we’re older. Sadly, not everyone learns.
Here’s the deal, a guy likes this girl, the girl likes him back, but for some reason they don’t end up together. After a long period of not seeing each other, they finally do. The guy already has a girlfriend, but he still tries to pursue the other girl. He goes on and on about how much he wants to be with her, and that they owed it to themselves to pursue the relationship he believes was meant for them. “No labels, I just want to be with you.” Was what he told her.
“What my girlfriend won’t know won’t hurt her.”
What kind of douchebaggery was that? Tsk. That line is such an overused line by chronic cheaters. I hate hearing it. I can‘t help but put myself in the shoes of the girlfriend. I abhor cheaters. And if I were the other girl, I wouldn‘t want to share the guy and be number 2, yeah as in, CRAP. I‘d rather be in a committed relationship with labels rather than be someone‘s ego fluffer. Labels are important to avoid crossing boundaries, confusion, and yes stealing and cheating.
Now how can anyone justify the guy‘s actions? Whichever way you put it, cheating is cheating. His intentions may be considered sweet by some, I see it as being selfish. I cannot push my own happiness at the expense of other people, and neither should anyone. It‘s as simple as that.
Maybe the guy‘s feeling‘s for the girl aren‘t strong enough because he can‘t find it in him to leave his girlfriend. Sad. No matter how hard he tries to deny this, it‘s the only truth I can find in this crazy mess.