Been moody since yesterday morning, even snappy perhaps, but all of it in private. So I reached out to ‘a friend’ I’ve known for over two decades to make small talk. Like text-talk. GAWD forbid there is actual conversations anymore. And just for s*** and giggles, I asked him if he thought one of my favorite actors was gay? And he laughed at me. You know the LOL and the HAHAHAHA. So I got quiet and shifted my attention to Candy Crush to combat the edginess.
Minutes later he asks – what’s the different? I tell him, I was just curious since the image of that actor I have decided to use as the protagonist in my next novel and if he were gay, that would make it difficult for me to pen him in a torrid love affair between a man and a woman.
More HAHAHAHA and then the silence. So I left it alone and moved on to something else – like feeling sorry for myself and tearing up and nonsense. Nothing productive. Insert here, I should go to the gym.
At midnight my phone illuminates and against my better judgment I squint to decipher what and who.
It was my friend – sending me a link to THIS
I swear I need new friends.
I don’t believe that people just break up. Meaning to say, deciding it’s time to simply part ways – UNLESS – there is some other interest out there. One that they have already explored, or consider exploring, or are already so involved with, that there is no other way expect out of their current status quo.
With that belief, I always wonder who struggles through a breakup more. I used to think it was always the woman. But since the tables have turned and many more women are now the ones having the affair and leaving, men are also having a tough time coping with a breakup, sometimes to the point they simply can’t bounce back.
So, I don’t think it’s so much which gender suffers more – it’s more, who is the one being left behind.
This brings up another question – is it an ego thing? Meaning. Do we, the ones getting dumped hurt more because our ego’s are bruised?
Because, I, for one, wake up each morning thinking today is the day, I am going to focus on the positive, and by nightfall I am so pissed off at the fact, that he dumped me considering all the reasons I had to do it first – but I didn’t – because I took my vows too seriously.