"No, It Really Is You"

Recent conversations have brought this subject up many times. Breakups suck, no matter who does the breaking. Sometimes things just don't work out, and no matter how hard you try, they may never work out. Someone in the partnership then has to grow a pair and do the breaking; the other one knows it's going to happen but lives right on the fence of denial. What a feeling, right?

"Ugh y u so sassy!?"

The thing that gets me the most is that people then get embarrassed if they cry about a breakup. No one wants to feel sad about losing someone and possibly losing the friends they met through that person. The feeling of loss is one of the worst feelings we can experience. But people need to realize that they should be proud of being able to express those feelings. It's okay to call someone and say, "Holy fuck people come and meet me somewhere because this just happened and I'm crying and a bubblering mess and it's really gross because holy fuck I'm crying!" And at that moment, all you need is a huge hug from a friend who doesn't tell you that you look so gross because you cried so much. That hug that a friend gives you is the most important hug that you'll get, because you know you're truly loved by people when when you look like a gross mess.

You might as well do this so you don't scare people.

Most importantly, people should be happy that they allow to let themselves feel like that. The fact that we make ourselves vulnerable enough to express those feelings and to allow to feel the love, happiness, rejection, and sorrow is an amazing thing. At that point, you realize that, even though you feel terribly sad, you have enough mental stability to express that sorrow, to let the rejection hurt, and to become vulnerable in front of your friends and accept their emotional support.

In time (max of 3 days with me), you get over it, keep hanging out with friends, and party like you're 21-years old again (not really, since bed time is 10pm... gods I'm getting old). And then it happens... they text you again. It's like they have a radar or something. The moment you stop thinking of them, BAM! They text you. It doesn't matter what the text is about; they just text you. Some people go into a spiral of depression, others go into a rage, others (like me) roll their eyes and don't respond. Ever. See me on the street and say hi? No response. See me at a bike event and try to chat it up? No response. Try to be "friends"? Nope.



Nope. Nope nope nopenopenope.

"No. No, no, nonononononono."

Sometimes you have to do that. You don't have to be friends with an ex. Why? What's the point? They're an ex for a reason. We don't always keep platonic friendships. If someone is an asshat, you let that asshat go.

And then you'll find yourself being picky. No one is good enough to see those feels you felt before. Until you meet someone who seems like an awesome friend. You can joke, you can hang out, give each other a hard time, flirt, and so on. You found a weird partner in crime. Let's face it, you feel like you hit the jackpot because you're most likely fucking weird.

Or, you can just get this,

From personal experience, I'll tell you that the weirdness is the better option. The weirdo who can quote movies with you, laugh at stupid jokes, and sit in silence with you is very worth it. But whatever pings your pong. Just remember to never put your happiness in the back burner.