Cold

I was listening to songs about the term "cold"  Omarion sang a song on it, recently, maroon 5 did one too... Among other innumerable work on Cold
Though we are not here to talk about music, we can draw some understanding from the music about it..
Cold... Been cold... She is cold... He is cold... Cold-hearted some many ways to use the word cold... But what is cold,  Omarion in his music said he was so cold... Therefore, a lack of warmth... Maroon 5 hinted that it was a state of rejection and lack of love from the person you love..
Cold a state of coolness... Calm or a state of been wicked of lack of love...
However, just like water... For it to change its state from liquid to solid cold, it must undergo a chemical reaction.. A state of freezing...
Like wise, for the cold woman... She was once liquid, in experienced, in love, blank, uninformed, an open book, a blank sheet... Then life happened, the chemical reaction, the freezing agent, the deal breaker and voila.. She's cold
My question this very morning is.. Do we hate her for her coldness, Or do we hate life for making her this? Do we adjudge her bad, or do we decide to look at the circumstances leading to her been this way? And if we did look at the circumstances, should check places where the ball was in her court and blame her for not taking the best decision to be the best man or do we excuse that no matter her decision, she couldn't have predicted the end, that the beginning, she didn't expect life to lead to this? Who do we blame for the ice for a heart she has, Her, Life or the men and women in her life?

Conflicted

I  have always wondered
.. If I am asked to choose between footballers to date, how I would make this decision would be a little bit difficult.
Imagine, I am asked to say pick one Messi, the messiah of barca.. My sweetheart... My love... My heart or Neymar with his beautiful eyes and his bad boy attitude and his gorgeous smile or Antoine Grizeman... Oh.... MY Angel how many times I have dreamt of you and touching your soft body of having the opportunity to look into your blue eyes and marvel at how blue they are... Irrespective of their football prowess and even though I don't know them personally.. I am still saddled with the need to choose among gorgeous men who don't know I exist, of men I have admired and I continue to admire... Even love.
Why does the need to make a choice about something that is not even my to take happen... Why should I be subjected to the act of my brain trying to entertain itself by creating fantasies and still forcing me to think about who to chose...
Does this show that I am in charge or does it show otherwise... Is it even possible that I am doing this to myself creating an atmosphere of uncertainty of confliction to keep me entertained....
Or could this be a symptom of confliction existing deep within me, am I not capable of choosing a love interest or item and loving it solely without having to look at the other.... Am I sick of confliction?