Rhetorical Analysis Of The I Was A Whirlwind

He was a whirlwind. A terribly beautiful hurricane of chaos, drawing from the strength of the sea and moving swiftly through lives, taking what he needed and leaving meager gifts in turn. We all just felt blessed to receive a visit. People like that- charismatic, manipulative, powerful- will make you feel that way. Their critical, discerning gaze falls on you, and- if they decide- you become more beautiful, more special, than ever dared dream. I was ready to be shaken. To be rocked. To be swept up in something bigger than me, bigger than the life I was living practically by rote: work, school, study, party. Repeat. Always the same conversations at the same bars with the same people. Yes, I like music. No, I didn’t see that movie yet.†¦show more content†¦The storm swept in and I let myself be carried. We had sex the first night. We were â€Å"a thing† within the weekend. He asked me to move to his city in two weeks. He loved me, madly, in a month. I was lost in him. I wanted so badly to be loved, desired, respected, by someone like him. Someone special. I wasn’t full, so I let him fill me. I couldn’t see the good in myself, so I let him project himself onto me. And just like that, one day, he started to take it away. The cycle isn’t new, and it’s not glamorous. It was a pattern of me saying something â€Å"irrational† or â€Å"being crazy† and he would explode at me, raging hours, reducing me to blubbering apologies and desperate pleas for a second chance. Anything to keep his love, his regard. If my words weren’t carefully thought out, delivered in the right tone of voice, at the right moment, he lost it. From telling him I struggled with an eating disorder to not wanting to pick the restaurant for dinner to doing the dishes incorrectly, if it wasn’t what and how he wanted to hear, his temper blew. I went from being a cool, groovy yoga teacher and promising in my academic field to being scorned: yoga was stupid. Those people are crazy. You need to get a better job. You need to work more. Your dreams are less than. You have problems, you know that, right? You’re lucky that I love you enough to stay with you. He withheld physical affection and would shove me