When people in my past treated me as though they had OPTIONS. Hold her, hold her.
Eventually, your brain gets to move on and stops spoiling certain names, songs, or words by association.
The girl says; “I know people from…” I’m pleased to hear that, now go back to them and finish what you’ve started.
Or, the know-how and when to draw the line aka enough is enough.
Stranger; “Given any circumstances in any serious love relationships you’ve ever had been, have you ever cheated and/or wanted to cheat on any of them.”
Me; “I am too proud.”
We have been taught in the Western world that being independent, non-attached, and by oneself is a virtue. An empowering freedom and a sign of strength; doing anything you desire, whenever you want. I reckon that since many years now it has only made my life dull and meaningless; doing anything I want, whatever and whenever I desire. I guess this Western world world was never meant for me, and neither is.
Let alone the mixture of burnt tires, vomit and cheese and already her nose couldn’t stop gagging.
I don’t mean to judge, but you know when some family members bring home some people and there is no way you can help yourself but think; “What is this.” Yup, I’ve said it. Now laugh.
The shame of a breakup does not lie in the matter of the subjects but in how beautifully it brings out the faces of people’s ugliness.
The problem with Judaism is that you will slowly begin to realize that you would never need to worry about running out of ammo.
When you are serious about starting a new relationship out of nothing you end up living with nothing; while, meanwhile you wander through thin air feeling uselessly punked.