What is our deal with not wanting to tell anyone (even our cats) who we like? It’s like out of fear if we speak of such a thing, the asshat Zeus will come down and strike cupid in the face who was floating around your head in his skimpies, chilling, trying to aim properly at that person you fancy. All because you told someone, you killed cupid. Not Zeus. You.
I guess it’s a lot of pressure when a naked guy in a sash and an arrows life is on the line you’d want to bottle it up. But does making the idea that you likesomeone, make it an actual real thing to tamper with if you tell someone else? I guess so. In a way, if you’ve sheltered yourself in your mind thinking you won’t get hurt because no one else knows. So rejection will only be a one person audience, and you got the front row seat ticket.
Still, I don’t want to give all the power to failed crushes that couldn’t become relationships all because you uttered their name. The Voldemort scenario. HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED. Although, if you did say your crushes name out loud and death eaters came and killed you, that would actually be quite unfortunate. And I apologize.
I don’t think we jinx it by telling someone else. I think we no longer hide from being rejected. Somebody else knows, so if that person doesn’t like you, someone else other than yourself will know that. Which kinda blows. So no, you don’t want to jinx it, you just don’t want to be seen yet until you’re confident in your feelings, and the other persons feelings toward you. At least, that’s my take on it.
Because, I like this guy, .. nevermind, i don’t want to jinx it.