Human relating is sloppy and the sad fact is that much of it never ultimately makes sense. Whether relationships are historic or enduring; whether they are romantic, family, familiar or with friends . . . chances are you might never totally get what they were as you look back or how to operate successfully within them moving forward. And this, I have found, can actually be good news, OR, it can fuck with you, for a longer period of time then you had ever thought possible.
The simple truth is, there are things you never get over. Things that break you to pieces, that reshape you, you are never again, the original shape you once were, and so you grieve your own death with the sum of all of your losses. You bottle them up inside yourself, placing a cork firmly into your neck to keep them all from resurfacing, as they sometimes do, at the most inopportune moments of your days, for all of us.
I think yes, we do survive breakups and divorces, and friendship melt downs. Among the most important things we endeavor to do over the course of our lives is love other people, and so it follows that what can fuck us up the most is whether those fucks actually love us back. This drama is far more likely to shape you, fuck with you, keep you up at night howling at the moon, keep you in bed in the morning without any more tears left to cry, make you damn right crazy, rock your world, devastate you and spur you to do some of the greatest / worst things you'll ever do, more than most anything else you will ever experience in life. It's true, so very, very true! I have tried and tested this quandry, and it is the most unbelievably truest statement of command there is.
When you endeavor to love someone, anyone, and they do not love you back, it fucks with you, plain and simple, no other way to be said.
The simple truth is, there are things you never get over. Things that break you to pieces, that reshape you, you are never again, the original shape you once were, and so you grieve your own death with the sum of all of your losses. You bottle them up inside yourself, placing a cork firmly into your neck to keep them all from resurfacing, as they sometimes do, at the most inopportune moments of your days, for all of us.
I think yes, we do survive breakups and divorces, and friendship melt downs. Among the most important things we endeavor to do over the course of our lives is love other people, and so it follows that what can fuck us up the most is whether those fucks actually love us back. This drama is far more likely to shape you, fuck with you, keep you up at night howling at the moon, keep you in bed in the morning without any more tears left to cry, make you damn right crazy, rock your world, devastate you and spur you to do some of the greatest / worst things you'll ever do, more than most anything else you will ever experience in life. It's true, so very, very true! I have tried and tested this quandry, and it is the most unbelievably truest statement of command there is.
When you endeavor to love someone, anyone, and they do not love you back, it fucks with you, plain and simple, no other way to be said.
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