
Poor Yazzy in classic girl relationship break and make mode. I left a little comment and it got me thinking:
If it all went smoothly would it be as interesting? I love the new and hate the tears that accompany a break but would life be the same without the manic curves? Some relationships grow with the outing of some bad news, once the emotion has passed and time has been given to allow for perspective. Sometimes they just never were meant to be, both split and never look back. Not for the memories being bad, just they were not worthy of being memories at all. Some relationships gasp for air, flop about til they die a slow painful death, drawn out in effort to lessen the pain, but in reality more painful for they accompanied a longer period of time. Some breaks hurt and burn for what feels like all of eternity. Sometimes our heart breaks and we never really recover, making every new experience that comes along tainted with the dark cloud that we tied to a string for safe keeping. Sometimes we learn from our breaks and become better people. Sometimes we don't. Some past loves are the standard that we hold all new relationships to and no one can ever make the grade. Sometimes they become our best friend. Sometimes they become a nice little piece of the past. Sometimes they are a vivid nightmare that wakes us from our sleep. We are who we are based on the good and the bad, the ups and the downs, the makes and the breaks. We are who are are because the ride down is just as stimulating as it is on the way up. I guess it is all in how you perceive it.....
and to be real, they can't all be happily ever after.....
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That's poetry, sister. Real poetry.
is that picture by John Bolton? looks very similer to his stuff.
OH. This a letter for me babe? ;)
I don't have to tell you that I totally agree in everything. Slap me. Will you?
SamuraiFrog- ummmm not really just soo many makes and brakes under my belt, not really sure which one I enjoy more... relationship s and m...
Puck- why yes, it is sweets. Good call, but I figured soo much from a art student.
Flo-it is a open letter, to anyone single and going through it.... hard to see clearly when in the middle of the storm, got step inside the window and wipe your eyes clear of sediment before you can get a handle on it, ya know....
you see, cheating men have destroyed any semblance of trust that i ever had. Now... lying. lying makes me sick. it fucking tears me up with someone lies to me. i dont forgive and im probably goin to hell for that but thats just who i am. right now... im sittin here knowing that i dont want to face the fact that deep down... he killed this relationship. that i need to end it. that my hope of it healing is a bunch of bullshit. its all pretty fucking painful to the point where your numb and it doesnt hurt anymore.
this is why mindless lesbian sex is on my list of things to do before i die. that and join the nunnery. :p
ps... your little comment... it really did help me think about alot of stuff though. your a smart cookie and i appreciate your words. :)
Another fably written post. It's so true. There's no point regretting anything in life because it all goes into who we are, who we become. There's always more to learn from the bad stuff, it seems....
love the post, shrooms! very true and worthy of a few "hear, hears!".
we wouldnt learn anything about life if we didnt have bad things and relationships to go through.
it sucks ...but whatever...such is life...what can you do?
love the pic!
yasamin- I understand babes, it is hard recovery sucks, it really does.... I hate liars and thiefs. And everyman I have ever met has fallen into one of those categories. I agree on the Lesbian sex buisiness, I am finding this whole men issue way to difficult. It gets worse as you get older- you think the young ones come with baggage- try the 30 somethings they are even worse. Nunnery here we come!!! and I am glad, I was of some help- you gots me email you ever need to talk- seriously..... forever here to help fellow Valley of the sun girls!
Haley-O- I would have never realized my own strength and value had I not gone through some of the shit I went through. I am stronger for it, a little scared and untrusting but indeed stronger. We all grow in different ways, and we all take in all the good and the bad and the ugly and either learn or live to repeat over and over. Got to chose the best path. I wish we all had magic backpacks like on Dora with little maps- wouldn't that be grand?
Mika- hey you changed the name?? thank you shorty, I take my bow/curtsey with lots of appreciation....
Wow, that was great because it's true.
Ditto. At the moment I'm so over love and relationships...
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