; gifts and curses
Saturday, July 15, 2006
To those suffering from the terminal disease known as a broken heart, I have this piece of advice for you.
Take heed that this too, will pass. It might not feel this way right now, no, nothing even close but it's true. Take it from me.
Life seemed void of meaning when he left. Bleak, cheerless, empty. Half the time I was crying, and the other half, lying in bed unable to fall asleep, thinking of what we had and what could have been. I couldn't eat for days, and I mean that literally. Whatever I managed to force down ended up in the toilet basin. When I saw a doctor eventually, he explained that the intestines are closely linked to the brain, and when one suffers a severe emotional trauma, it affects the entire digestive system as well. Finally, I was down to anti-depressants and sleeping pills. Then, I was inconsolable. My friends made me smile, but only for awhile. I thought I would spend the rest of my existence in this perpetual suffering.
Only when someone esle came along, did I slowly, but surely get over him. I wasn't in love, no, but his attention flattered me, and he was there to accompany me 24/7. On our first date, watching a movie, playing arcade games, sitting at McCafe just swapping trivia and bits and pieces of our lives, it was the first time I finally took my mind off him.
And now? I've moved on. I remember all I did, all the agony I went through, and I laugh. Should I not? Should I place our love on a sacred pedestal to remember fondly of for eternity? Nah. I was a foolish little girl but thank Krishna, I've evolved, not much but at least to a human being capable of rational and intelligent thought.
What is he, but a boy who missed out on the best thing he could ever have?
In all honesty, on the rare occasions when he does cross my mind, I think of him with merely disgust and contempt. I'm not being vindictive, nor vitriolic. Why should I? I'm just being perfectly honest. Call me superficial, materialistic but there you go. No looks, no money, and a fucked-up personality. What redeemed him slightly was his average level of intelligence, but then, even his cockiness, his arrogance overruled that little piece of good in him.
I should really add that I DETEST GUYS WHO THINK THEY'RE GOOD LOOKING. Especially when they're two steps away from being a hideous, monstrous, Minotaur worthy looking creatures. YUCKS!
But I digressed.
So cheerup yo, everything's gonna be alright (:
Take heed that this too, will pass. It might not feel this way right now, no, nothing even close but it's true. Take it from me.
Life seemed void of meaning when he left. Bleak, cheerless, empty. Half the time I was crying, and the other half, lying in bed unable to fall asleep, thinking of what we had and what could have been. I couldn't eat for days, and I mean that literally. Whatever I managed to force down ended up in the toilet basin. When I saw a doctor eventually, he explained that the intestines are closely linked to the brain, and when one suffers a severe emotional trauma, it affects the entire digestive system as well. Finally, I was down to anti-depressants and sleeping pills. Then, I was inconsolable. My friends made me smile, but only for awhile. I thought I would spend the rest of my existence in this perpetual suffering.
Only when someone esle came along, did I slowly, but surely get over him. I wasn't in love, no, but his attention flattered me, and he was there to accompany me 24/7. On our first date, watching a movie, playing arcade games, sitting at McCafe just swapping trivia and bits and pieces of our lives, it was the first time I finally took my mind off him.
And now? I've moved on. I remember all I did, all the agony I went through, and I laugh. Should I not? Should I place our love on a sacred pedestal to remember fondly of for eternity? Nah. I was a foolish little girl but thank Krishna, I've evolved, not much but at least to a human being capable of rational and intelligent thought.
What is he, but a boy who missed out on the best thing he could ever have?
In all honesty, on the rare occasions when he does cross my mind, I think of him with merely disgust and contempt. I'm not being vindictive, nor vitriolic. Why should I? I'm just being perfectly honest. Call me superficial, materialistic but there you go. No looks, no money, and a fucked-up personality. What redeemed him slightly was his average level of intelligence, but then, even his cockiness, his arrogance overruled that little piece of good in him.
I should really add that I DETEST GUYS WHO THINK THEY'RE GOOD LOOKING. Especially when they're two steps away from being a hideous, monstrous, Minotaur worthy looking creatures. YUCKS!
But I digressed.
So cheerup yo, everything's gonna be alright (:
joviee's musings at 12:14:00 PM
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