Thanks To All Of You Who've Read The First Chapter! I Appreciate It So Much! And To Jane, I Remember Her Side Of The Story Well, But I Was Wondering, What If There Was More To The Story That We've Never Seen? I'm Not Exactly Sure What The Outcome Of The Story Is Yet, But I Will Take Your Commentary (And The Trigger Warning) Into Consideration As It Progresses Along. Thank You Very Much.
Here we go. Let's start exploring what The Velvet Rope symbolizes to me.
"We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope"
Yes.
A velvet rope can mean a lot of things if you sit down and really think about it all.
We all want to feel special. That much is very true.
If you deny that statement, then you are nuts, and a big time liar!
But if you don't believe, here's what I have to say on the matter.
"This special need
That's within us
Brings out the best
Yet worst in us"
This special need that we crave...it's something that is inescapable. We all grow up to be artists, doctors, nurses, teachers, gardeners, so on and so forth, but what is a velvet rope? Well, I have several different theories as to what a velvet rope is, but you never know what it can actually represent to others.
One way that I can describe what a velvet rope is, could be pretty understandable. For example, a rope reminds us that we have certain limits we can reach within our lives. Those ropes LOVE to taunt the fuck out of every single one of us, and it is maddening. Goddamn ropes. Now, on the same token, it is good to have the damn ropes because we need to be reminded of what we can actually do for ourselves.
Another example of a velvet rope in my eyes can be a tad bit...complicated. Why I say that is because we find comfort in our ropes when it comes to dealing with our own personal problems. We laugh to mask our pain, smile when there's nothing to make you smile about, hide and run from our fears, and put on our best face so that we appear to be happy. The problem with that entire concept? The problem with that is that at the end of the day, you're all on your own, picking up the broken pieces, which isn't fun. It makes you turn down the lights while you breakdown at night, crying your heart out. It's all complicated because we are all problems with problems and the rope is a constant reminder of that.
Ropes are also the worst motherfucking curse ever! Ropes restrain the shit out of you in ways that you'd never expect. Relationships that are toxic, bad situations that you cannot let go of, bad environments, you name it. It's like your personal trap that is automatically built within you. Letting go of that rope, it's complete hell as you have to constantly remind yourself that you're better than a restrictive rope.
I could go on and on about the kind of ropes that I personally believe that exists, but what's the point? A velvet rope, regular rope, is all our own personal ropes that we divide and conquer in our own terms, which is human nature.
One thing that I can say about the velvet rope that is in our life, is that the rope is universal. A famous person once said: "We've all driven by premieres or nightclubs, and seen the rope separating those who can enter and those who can't. Well, there's also a velvet rope we have inside us, keeping others from knowing our feelings. I'm trying to expose and explore those feelings. I'm inviting you inside my velvet rope. I have a need to feel special, and so do you. We share a burning need to belong. During my life, I've been on both sides of the rope. At times, especially during my childhood, I felt left out and alone. At times I felt misunderstood. Times when I ran into the backyard to confide in our dogs. Through them, I felt like I was talking to God. But no human heard those feelings expressed. They stay buried in my past. But the truth has to come out, and, for me, the truth the takes the form of a song."
It goes on and on that rope.