why cant we all just get along?
we've all felt the same pain and played the same silly games, we've been bitches, and we've tolerated our men being the same. so after all the common ground, are we still to hate each other and give in that easily to our stereotype? whats the point of all the men-women-equal-blah-blah when you behave exactly the way hollywood/bollywood prescribes our gender to? drama isn't endearing, romantic or attractive, so why pull out your guns at the mere mention of a name?
and while we're doing this, i should also make it evident that you getting over your head ridiculously angry over your ex moving on just makes you seem clingy, immature and obviously you're still dealing with your daddy issues. but then again, who am i to judge, no? but it is what it looks like, and i mean no harm.
pain is pain and i agree. but why impose this pain on someone who really isn't that much a part of your life any more? why this need to control? just relax, have wine, make friends, travel, just BE.
recently i read slaughterhouse 5 by the eversoappealing Kurt Vonnegut. he talks of death, and how we must take it much lighter than we do now. theres a lot of talk of the time space continuum, but that shan't be brought up. Simply, whenever there is mention of death in the book (which is a lot, its a book about the war), he simply states after, 'so it goes.'
i like that. its simple. its straight and it allows for linear movement forward and forward. try it on for size, ladies. jealousy and anger just will boil over and make you nastier than you already appear to be. and why should we lose that battle so easy and give up the upper-hand? and why should we let our ramshackle emotions interfere with people who mean the most? its unfair to unload and unload endlessly without a thought for the person who's running around desperately trying to catch the fragile, but useless baubles you careless throw.
and hey, if we never dated someones ex, we'd just end up being peado's!
or worse still, we'd die alone, ugly and sexually frustrated, all adrift in our spinsterhood.
now THAT'S a real horror story.
just saying.
love,
a damaged ex girlfriend.
(p.s. also, could you all please refrain this time from telling all and sundry that i have herpes, abortions, sex for money, sex with animals, sex with chaiwallas/dabbawallas/generally all wallas (and even wallis on some occasions apparently), so on and so forth? only if it isn't too much trouble, of course. i would appreciate it greatly!)
we've all felt the same pain and played the same silly games, we've been bitches, and we've tolerated our men being the same. so after all the common ground, are we still to hate each other and give in that easily to our stereotype? whats the point of all the men-women-equal-blah-blah when you behave exactly the way hollywood/bollywood prescribes our gender to? drama isn't endearing, romantic or attractive, so why pull out your guns at the mere mention of a name?
and while we're doing this, i should also make it evident that you getting over your head ridiculously angry over your ex moving on just makes you seem clingy, immature and obviously you're still dealing with your daddy issues. but then again, who am i to judge, no? but it is what it looks like, and i mean no harm.
pain is pain and i agree. but why impose this pain on someone who really isn't that much a part of your life any more? why this need to control? just relax, have wine, make friends, travel, just BE.
recently i read slaughterhouse 5 by the eversoappealing Kurt Vonnegut. he talks of death, and how we must take it much lighter than we do now. theres a lot of talk of the time space continuum, but that shan't be brought up. Simply, whenever there is mention of death in the book (which is a lot, its a book about the war), he simply states after, 'so it goes.'
i like that. its simple. its straight and it allows for linear movement forward and forward. try it on for size, ladies. jealousy and anger just will boil over and make you nastier than you already appear to be. and why should we lose that battle so easy and give up the upper-hand? and why should we let our ramshackle emotions interfere with people who mean the most? its unfair to unload and unload endlessly without a thought for the person who's running around desperately trying to catch the fragile, but useless baubles you careless throw.
and hey, if we never dated someones ex, we'd just end up being peado's!
or worse still, we'd die alone, ugly and sexually frustrated, all adrift in our spinsterhood.
now THAT'S a real horror story.
just saying.
love,
a damaged ex girlfriend.
(p.s. also, could you all please refrain this time from telling all and sundry that i have herpes, abortions, sex for money, sex with animals, sex with chaiwallas/dabbawallas/generally all wallas (and even wallis on some occasions apparently), so on and so forth? only if it isn't too much trouble, of course. i would appreciate it greatly!)
2 comments:
man, damaged.
[which, btw, is my favourite swear {brackets within brackets, omg, an inception of brackets} (a term of damaged endearment) word of the season.]
that makes this post damaged, and over and above, you, dear cosmic relative.
we're all damaged. thats just how we come. too much trauma even in our muscle tissues. growth is painful. i think at least.
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