I didn't think I'd be writing about break ups this soon, or at all. That's the funny thing, when you think you've hit an all time low, you get another blow. I thought the last 6 months were bad. I thought coming back home was the worst decision I had made. But somehow, God always manages to show us a brighter side, even if it means showing you that you could do worse.
I think I've realized that in general, guys have smaller hearts and brains, as compared to their female counterparts. Their thinking capacity and their capacity to feel is comparatively low. They can't seem to analyse or think a situation through and then deal with it. They want quick decisions, either a yes or a no. You're either right or wrong. And usually with how the male ego is, they're always right. If a girl does most of the thinking, guys get insecure. But if not the girls, then who will do the thinking? Who will stress and ponder and over analyse the relationship and decide where it goes?
Coming back to my title, break ups are hard. No shit. But what I feel now is that its not just an important part of everyone's lives, its more of a reality check. It helps us face things we like to put away in some corner of our brains, cause its too much to deal with. It helps us differentiate between the people who you want to be with as compared to the ideal men every girl wants to be with. It helps us discover our friends all over again, and who're the ones who will end up standing by us in our tough times. People who will laugh with us, cry with us, abuse our ex-es with us, live that terrible phase with us. But the loneliness never goes away. Not for a long time.
When you're in love, there's beautiful music, awesome movies, touching novels, so many things that help express all those great feelings. It's like those songs were written for you, those movies were made for you to believe in love even more, and those books helped you through those terrible lonely nights when you missed that special person.
And then one fine day, that rosy picture comes crashing down, and all those songs and movies feel like bullshit. They make you wanna puke. You just don't want to see love existing, when it does not exist for you anymore. And that's when you realise you're going to die alone, either cause you've completely lost faith, or become too cynical to find love again. Once bitten twice shy, they say. And you fit such perfect examples.
I think I've realized that in general, guys have smaller hearts and brains, as compared to their female counterparts. Their thinking capacity and their capacity to feel is comparatively low. They can't seem to analyse or think a situation through and then deal with it. They want quick decisions, either a yes or a no. You're either right or wrong. And usually with how the male ego is, they're always right. If a girl does most of the thinking, guys get insecure. But if not the girls, then who will do the thinking? Who will stress and ponder and over analyse the relationship and decide where it goes?
Coming back to my title, break ups are hard. No shit. But what I feel now is that its not just an important part of everyone's lives, its more of a reality check. It helps us face things we like to put away in some corner of our brains, cause its too much to deal with. It helps us differentiate between the people who you want to be with as compared to the ideal men every girl wants to be with. It helps us discover our friends all over again, and who're the ones who will end up standing by us in our tough times. People who will laugh with us, cry with us, abuse our ex-es with us, live that terrible phase with us. But the loneliness never goes away. Not for a long time.
When you're in love, there's beautiful music, awesome movies, touching novels, so many things that help express all those great feelings. It's like those songs were written for you, those movies were made for you to believe in love even more, and those books helped you through those terrible lonely nights when you missed that special person.
And then one fine day, that rosy picture comes crashing down, and all those songs and movies feel like bullshit. They make you wanna puke. You just don't want to see love existing, when it does not exist for you anymore. And that's when you realise you're going to die alone, either cause you've completely lost faith, or become too cynical to find love again. Once bitten twice shy, they say. And you fit such perfect examples.
