Monday, 06 December 2010
Growing up I never thought I would be one of "those girls." You know the type. Hair in a knotted mess, mascara stains running down her cheeks. Boo-hooing everytime she hears a love song on the radio. (See Exhibit "A.")
But alas, I find myself moping and sighing — often simultaneously — because of a guy.
A GUY! I know that I am not alone in romantic heartache but something about my current circumstance strikes me as painfully pathetic. I always thought that all of those sad songs about unrequited love were written by superficial and/or unintelligent girls and women who didn't protect themselves from stupid and careless boys and men, respectively.
But now I realize that these women are in fact not stupid. Just human. Humans who took a chance, put themselves "out there" (whatever that's supposed to mean), and ended up hurt. These are brave women who had the audacity to believe in romantic love and who refused to stay quiet about that love. Much to my dismay and despite a long history of denial, I am a womsn. I am a brave, intelligent woman who has been wounded in the line of heartfelt duty.
I am undoubtedly injured as a result of my voyage into the previously unexplored territory of dating and relationships. Now what? Before you leave a comment, please take the following tidbits about into consideration:
- I don't have a car.
- I don't have a job.
- I don't have many friends nearby.
What do I do? What are the ways some of you get over a guy? And please don't say "Get under another guy." That is so not my style.http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0J3PITg_aU/SwTlYWXPReI/AAAAAAAAABA/6tqoN6jImxc/s320/BlondeWomanCryingMascara_sm.jpg