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It’s funny how quickly your mind and heart can change.
One moment everything is crashing down around your ears and the world has tilted enough to almost throw you off the edge.
You feel low and full of night, and you’re positive that nobody else can possibly understand the things in your head.
This can last anything from an hour (if you’re well practised at this) to a lifetime. But there is one absolute truth to this.
Nobody is alone in these thoughts. We’ve all been let down at one point or another, sorry to tell you but it’s the truth.
It doesn’t matter if it was a parent not looking when you jumped off a wall or rode without stabilisers.
You felt crushed and humiliated. They didn’t realise what it meant to you.
And that, my friend, is the real heart of it.
What you hold dear just doesn’t matter to the next person, be they the object of your heartbreak or not.
You see, it’s all about perspective.
For the 1st man on the moon, that was the single greatest pinnacle of his life. To you, it’s a name to recall on a test in an exam. It doesn’t matter to you.
Just as the fact you feel left and alone doesn’t matter to anyone but you.
It’s knowing that, being aware of the insignificance of your problem, that can help you escape the jaws of misery.
Because when you realise that, when it dawns on you that the only person you’re hurting is yourself?
As if by magic, it disappears.
Really, trust me on this.
And we’ve all been there, we’ve all been the one to be walked out on. We’ve been the one left in the room when the door slams and your left staring after that person, unsure if this is a big joke and all your friends and relatives are hiding behind the sofa, waiting to spring out and joke.
You can tell yourself “Oh but this is different” and “This person really was my soul partner”.
Your problems are that much different to the next person’s right?
Nobody else has ever suffered from unrequited love.
Nobody else has ever been left holding their emotions as the other person leaves.
Nobody else has ever been through what you’re going through because “This is different”.
Right?
Think back to how it started with her.
It was electric.
The slightest touch of her arm could send you off into wild daydreams about what lay beneath that dress.
The brush of her leg against yours meant you had to hide your awareness and pretend that there was anything else in the world apart from that place where you touched together.
Is this sounding familiar?
Her voice on the phone could make you feel like the strongest man on the planet.
But what happened then?
It changed. How it changes is up to the both of you.
But the way it usually plays? You take a bath and she comes in to use the toilet, not even noticing you’re there. You maybe talk about your lives after dinner and before TV.
You’re passing each other by without remembering those first moments.
So why so upset when it ends huh?
Why spend hours staring inside, wondering how you can possibly live without this person.
When the question you should have been asking is, why weren’t you living with this person. Oh I don’t mean living in the same house, anyone can do that. You can put an ad in the paper for someone to live in your space with you.
I mean, why weren’t you being how you were at the start?
Because you had found out all the little things?
Because those little quirks you first found endearing eventually turned into low-level simmering?
Maybe.
So you have to ask yourself why so upset?
And more often than not it comes down to the fact that you no longer have someone to tell you the things you need to hear.
It’s back to being Fort You again.
But there is an answer my friend.
And although it disgusts you to think of it, you know what it is if you’re bold enough to admit it.
You start again with a new woman.
And you can do that whole adventure of first being with someone, wondering how they kiss, what they look like naked, what noises they will make.
All the things that you loved about the one who left you.
And that brings us right back to the fact that what you are going through is no different than the millions of others all sitting there thinking they’re the only ones to feel like you do.
So while you sit there singing the Universal Blues, somewhere at the back, your mind is stirring.
You’ll start to notice them again, swiftly giving them a positive or negative.
Only this time you’re armed with the knowledge you took from the car-wreck you’ve just crawled out from.
You know the things that annoyed this one, so you can bury those bits the next time around.
Of course, you disagree with this.
Because “this was different,” and “she was the only one for me”.
But if you can be brave enough, you’ll see you said that the last time as well. So why didn’t you break down and fall to pieces then?
Because you know these things are true.
So please, spare yourself the energy of being upset.
Pick yourself off the floor, dust your jacket down and begin walking again.
Because I promise you, the next one will be different.
You believe me right?
One moment everything is crashing down around your ears and the world has tilted enough to almost throw you off the edge.
You feel low and full of night, and you’re positive that nobody else can possibly understand the things in your head.
This can last anything from an hour (if you’re well practised at this) to a lifetime. But there is one absolute truth to this.
Nobody is alone in these thoughts. We’ve all been let down at one point or another, sorry to tell you but it’s the truth.
It doesn’t matter if it was a parent not looking when you jumped off a wall or rode without stabilisers.
You felt crushed and humiliated. They didn’t realise what it meant to you.
And that, my friend, is the real heart of it.
What you hold dear just doesn’t matter to the next person, be they the object of your heartbreak or not.
You see, it’s all about perspective.
For the 1st man on the moon, that was the single greatest pinnacle of his life. To you, it’s a name to recall on a test in an exam. It doesn’t matter to you.
Just as the fact you feel left and alone doesn’t matter to anyone but you.
It’s knowing that, being aware of the insignificance of your problem, that can help you escape the jaws of misery.
Because when you realise that, when it dawns on you that the only person you’re hurting is yourself?
As if by magic, it disappears.
Really, trust me on this.
And we’ve all been there, we’ve all been the one to be walked out on. We’ve been the one left in the room when the door slams and your left staring after that person, unsure if this is a big joke and all your friends and relatives are hiding behind the sofa, waiting to spring out and joke.
You can tell yourself “Oh but this is different” and “This person really was my soul partner”.
Your problems are that much different to the next person’s right?
Nobody else has ever suffered from unrequited love.
Nobody else has ever been left holding their emotions as the other person leaves.
Nobody else has ever been through what you’re going through because “This is different”.
Right?
Think back to how it started with her.
It was electric.
The slightest touch of her arm could send you off into wild daydreams about what lay beneath that dress.
The brush of her leg against yours meant you had to hide your awareness and pretend that there was anything else in the world apart from that place where you touched together.
Is this sounding familiar?
Her voice on the phone could make you feel like the strongest man on the planet.
But what happened then?
It changed. How it changes is up to the both of you.
But the way it usually plays? You take a bath and she comes in to use the toilet, not even noticing you’re there. You maybe talk about your lives after dinner and before TV.
You’re passing each other by without remembering those first moments.
So why so upset when it ends huh?
Why spend hours staring inside, wondering how you can possibly live without this person.
When the question you should have been asking is, why weren’t you living with this person. Oh I don’t mean living in the same house, anyone can do that. You can put an ad in the paper for someone to live in your space with you.
I mean, why weren’t you being how you were at the start?
Because you had found out all the little things?
Because those little quirks you first found endearing eventually turned into low-level simmering?
Maybe.
So you have to ask yourself why so upset?
And more often than not it comes down to the fact that you no longer have someone to tell you the things you need to hear.
It’s back to being Fort You again.
But there is an answer my friend.
And although it disgusts you to think of it, you know what it is if you’re bold enough to admit it.
You start again with a new woman.
And you can do that whole adventure of first being with someone, wondering how they kiss, what they look like naked, what noises they will make.
All the things that you loved about the one who left you.
And that brings us right back to the fact that what you are going through is no different than the millions of others all sitting there thinking they’re the only ones to feel like you do.
So while you sit there singing the Universal Blues, somewhere at the back, your mind is stirring.
You’ll start to notice them again, swiftly giving them a positive or negative.
Only this time you’re armed with the knowledge you took from the car-wreck you’ve just crawled out from.
You know the things that annoyed this one, so you can bury those bits the next time around.
Of course, you disagree with this.
Because “this was different,” and “she was the only one for me”.
But if you can be brave enough, you’ll see you said that the last time as well. So why didn’t you break down and fall to pieces then?
Because you know these things are true.
So please, spare yourself the energy of being upset.
Pick yourself off the floor, dust your jacket down and begin walking again.
Because I promise you, the next one will be different.
You believe me right?
You sound like my ex.
I'm a 13-year old boy, have no experience with girls or what your talking about, yet your posts, even if they give an opposite message, of recent have made me believe in something. Something I've been believing in, without knowing it.
I think that there is someone for everyone in the world, and that they will argue, and maybe split up, but are meant for each other. I think that, especially in that other post of yours, which I wanted to post this in, that you're giving women a hard time.
You're saying that they've caused you so much grief, yet you could have just as much damage without realising it. People get emotionally hurt by different things, which you need to understand in everyone. Everyone also hurt other people, without realising it. Don't be hard on women, one of them is, after all (in my opinion), right for you. Inside, all people are very similar. It's not gonna be easy, but you can make it easier for other people, and that should help you.
That Counting Crows stuff shouldn't have been introduced to me....
I think that there is someone for everyone in the world, and that they will argue, and maybe split up, but are meant for each other. I think that, especially in that other post of yours, which I wanted to post this in, that you're giving women a hard time.
You're saying that they've caused you so much grief, yet you could have just as much damage without realising it. People get emotionally hurt by different things, which you need to understand in everyone. Everyone also hurt other people, without realising it. Don't be hard on women, one of them is, after all (in my opinion), right for you. Inside, all people are very similar. It's not gonna be easy, but you can make it easier for other people, and that should help you.
That Counting Crows stuff shouldn't have been introduced to me....
SHEEPY wrote:
"No, not the best example... there is a massive difference even if they both come to the same conclusion... well that's what I think."
Meh. What matters is how they think, not what the past is. Their past has gone, their future is yet to come, and THAT'S what both of them should worry about.
"No, not the best example... there is a massive difference even if they both come to the same conclusion... well that's what I think."
Meh. What matters is how they think, not what the past is. Their past has gone, their future is yet to come, and THAT'S what both of them should worry about.
Goatboy wrote:
> Hell yes!
> These past couple of days have been fandabeedozy.
>
> *waves fingers at past*
> Up yer bum!
>
> Hello bright new future.
*raises glass of frothy beer*
Cheers and Pröst!
I'll drink to that. Get in there my son.
> Hell yes!
> These past couple of days have been fandabeedozy.
>
> *waves fingers at past*
> Up yer bum!
>
> Hello bright new future.
*raises glass of frothy beer*
Cheers and Pröst!
I'll drink to that. Get in there my son.
Hell yes!
These past couple of days have been fandabeedozy.
*waves fingers at past*
Up yer bum!
Hello bright new future.
These past couple of days have been fandabeedozy.
*waves fingers at past*
Up yer bum!
Hello bright new future.
Goatboy wrote:
>
> You believe me right?
Yes of course, it's always the same, however different we think we are from the person next door we are all going through the same things in our lives.
The initial break up, the hurt, the anger, the frustration, the realisation.
And then we move one of two ways, back or forwards.
Sometimes going back is a mistake, sometimes it's obviously the right thing.
Sometime moving forwards is a mistake, sometimes it's obviously the right thing.
The only person who can know is you. Live off your feelings, they are generally right.
They are all different.
Enjoy your life Goatboy.
>
> You believe me right?
Yes of course, it's always the same, however different we think we are from the person next door we are all going through the same things in our lives.
The initial break up, the hurt, the anger, the frustration, the realisation.
And then we move one of two ways, back or forwards.
Sometimes going back is a mistake, sometimes it's obviously the right thing.
Sometime moving forwards is a mistake, sometimes it's obviously the right thing.
The only person who can know is you. Live off your feelings, they are generally right.
They are all different.
Enjoy your life Goatboy.
Grix Thraves wrote:
>
> Spot on. Was about to write something myself about that. There ain't
> much difference between the boy that nearly died from his parents
> beating him, and the boy that got teased for having ginger hair, if
> they both come to the same conclusions. Not the perfect examples, but
> I'm sure you know what I'm getting at.
---
No, not the best example... there is a massive difference even if they both come to the same conclusion... well that's what I think.
>
> Spot on. Was about to write something myself about that. There ain't
> much difference between the boy that nearly died from his parents
> beating him, and the boy that got teased for having ginger hair, if
> they both come to the same conclusions. Not the perfect examples, but
> I'm sure you know what I'm getting at.
---
No, not the best example... there is a massive difference even if they both come to the same conclusion... well that's what I think.
I'm not even going to pretend I can relate to most of your piece but I agree with the piece at the start about when you down you think you're the only one in the world... when your not and people are dying of starvation every minute when you're upset because you feel out with someone.
Anyway... nice piece etc etc blah blah blah
Anyway... nice piece etc etc blah blah blah
"It doesn’t matter if it was a parent not looking when you jumped off a wall or rode without stabilisers.
You felt crushed and humiliated. They didn’t realise what it meant to you.
And that, my friend, is the real heart of it.
What you hold dear just doesn’t matter to the next person, be they the object of your heartbreak or not.
You see, it’s all about perspective."
Spot on. Was about to write something myself about that. There ain't much difference between the boy that nearly died from his parents beating him, and the boy that got teased for having ginger hair, if they both come to the same conclusions. Not the perfect examples, but I'm sure you know what I'm getting at.
Having crap happen, and then accepting it FULLY, is the most fantastic feeling in the world. I've never been this happy, and it's been like that since the other day. Everything was constantly preying on my mind, but now, I don't really give a toss at all for any of it. And hell, does it feel great. :0D
Only thing that's getting me down in the slightest at the moment, is others being down. But hey.
You felt crushed and humiliated. They didn’t realise what it meant to you.
And that, my friend, is the real heart of it.
What you hold dear just doesn’t matter to the next person, be they the object of your heartbreak or not.
You see, it’s all about perspective."
Spot on. Was about to write something myself about that. There ain't much difference between the boy that nearly died from his parents beating him, and the boy that got teased for having ginger hair, if they both come to the same conclusions. Not the perfect examples, but I'm sure you know what I'm getting at.
Having crap happen, and then accepting it FULLY, is the most fantastic feeling in the world. I've never been this happy, and it's been like that since the other day. Everything was constantly preying on my mind, but now, I don't really give a toss at all for any of it. And hell, does it feel great. :0D
Only thing that's getting me down in the slightest at the moment, is others being down. But hey.
It’s funny how quickly your mind and heart can change.
One moment everything is crashing down around your ears and the world has tilted enough to almost throw you off the edge.
You feel low and full of night, and you’re positive that nobody else can possibly understand the things in your head.
This can last anything from an hour (if you’re well practised at this) to a lifetime. But there is one absolute truth to this.
Nobody is alone in these thoughts. We’ve all been let down at one point or another, sorry to tell you but it’s the truth.
It doesn’t matter if it was a parent not looking when you jumped off a wall or rode without stabilisers.
You felt crushed and humiliated. They didn’t realise what it meant to you.
And that, my friend, is the real heart of it.
What you hold dear just doesn’t matter to the next person, be they the object of your heartbreak or not.
You see, it’s all about perspective.
For the 1st man on the moon, that was the single greatest pinnacle of his life. To you, it’s a name to recall on a test in an exam. It doesn’t matter to you.
Just as the fact you feel left and alone doesn’t matter to anyone but you.
It’s knowing that, being aware of the insignificance of your problem, that can help you escape the jaws of misery.
Because when you realise that, when it dawns on you that the only person you’re hurting is yourself?
As if by magic, it disappears.
Really, trust me on this.
And we’ve all been there, we’ve all been the one to be walked out on. We’ve been the one left in the room when the door slams and your left staring after that person, unsure if this is a big joke and all your friends and relatives are hiding behind the sofa, waiting to spring out and joke.
You can tell yourself “Oh but this is different” and “This person really was my soul partner”.
Your problems are that much different to the next person’s right?
Nobody else has ever suffered from unrequited love.
Nobody else has ever been left holding their emotions as the other person leaves.
Nobody else has ever been through what you’re going through because “This is different”.
Right?
Think back to how it started with her.
It was electric.
The slightest touch of her arm could send you off into wild daydreams about what lay beneath that dress.
The brush of her leg against yours meant you had to hide your awareness and pretend that there was anything else in the world apart from that place where you touched together.
Is this sounding familiar?
Her voice on the phone could make you feel like the strongest man on the planet.
But what happened then?
It changed. How it changes is up to the both of you.
But the way it usually plays? You take a bath and she comes in to use the toilet, not even noticing you’re there. You maybe talk about your lives after dinner and before TV.
You’re passing each other by without remembering those first moments.
So why so upset when it ends huh?
Why spend hours staring inside, wondering how you can possibly live without this person.
When the question you should have been asking is, why weren’t you living with this person. Oh I don’t mean living in the same house, anyone can do that. You can put an ad in the paper for someone to live in your space with you.
I mean, why weren’t you being how you were at the start?
Because you had found out all the little things?
Because those little quirks you first found endearing eventually turned into low-level simmering?
Maybe.
So you have to ask yourself why so upset?
And more often than not it comes down to the fact that you no longer have someone to tell you the things you need to hear.
It’s back to being Fort You again.
But there is an answer my friend.
And although it disgusts you to think of it, you know what it is if you’re bold enough to admit it.
You start again with a new woman.
And you can do that whole adventure of first being with someone, wondering how they kiss, what they look like naked, what noises they will make.
All the things that you loved about the one who left you.
And that brings us right back to the fact that what you are going through is no different than the millions of others all sitting there thinking they’re the only ones to feel like you do.
So while you sit there singing the Universal Blues, somewhere at the back, your mind is stirring.
You’ll start to notice them again, swiftly giving them a positive or negative.
Only this time you’re armed with the knowledge you took from the car-wreck you’ve just crawled out from.
You know the things that annoyed this one, so you can bury those bits the next time around.
Of course, you disagree with this.
Because “this was different,” and “she was the only one for me”.
But if you can be brave enough, you’ll see you said that the last time as well. So why didn’t you break down and fall to pieces then?
Because you know these things are true.
So please, spare yourself the energy of being upset.
Pick yourself off the floor, dust your jacket down and begin walking again.
Because I promise you, the next one will be different.
You believe me right?
One moment everything is crashing down around your ears and the world has tilted enough to almost throw you off the edge.
You feel low and full of night, and you’re positive that nobody else can possibly understand the things in your head.
This can last anything from an hour (if you’re well practised at this) to a lifetime. But there is one absolute truth to this.
Nobody is alone in these thoughts. We’ve all been let down at one point or another, sorry to tell you but it’s the truth.
It doesn’t matter if it was a parent not looking when you jumped off a wall or rode without stabilisers.
You felt crushed and humiliated. They didn’t realise what it meant to you.
And that, my friend, is the real heart of it.
What you hold dear just doesn’t matter to the next person, be they the object of your heartbreak or not.
You see, it’s all about perspective.
For the 1st man on the moon, that was the single greatest pinnacle of his life. To you, it’s a name to recall on a test in an exam. It doesn’t matter to you.
Just as the fact you feel left and alone doesn’t matter to anyone but you.
It’s knowing that, being aware of the insignificance of your problem, that can help you escape the jaws of misery.
Because when you realise that, when it dawns on you that the only person you’re hurting is yourself?
As if by magic, it disappears.
Really, trust me on this.
And we’ve all been there, we’ve all been the one to be walked out on. We’ve been the one left in the room when the door slams and your left staring after that person, unsure if this is a big joke and all your friends and relatives are hiding behind the sofa, waiting to spring out and joke.
You can tell yourself “Oh but this is different” and “This person really was my soul partner”.
Your problems are that much different to the next person’s right?
Nobody else has ever suffered from unrequited love.
Nobody else has ever been left holding their emotions as the other person leaves.
Nobody else has ever been through what you’re going through because “This is different”.
Right?
Think back to how it started with her.
It was electric.
The slightest touch of her arm could send you off into wild daydreams about what lay beneath that dress.
The brush of her leg against yours meant you had to hide your awareness and pretend that there was anything else in the world apart from that place where you touched together.
Is this sounding familiar?
Her voice on the phone could make you feel like the strongest man on the planet.
But what happened then?
It changed. How it changes is up to the both of you.
But the way it usually plays? You take a bath and she comes in to use the toilet, not even noticing you’re there. You maybe talk about your lives after dinner and before TV.
You’re passing each other by without remembering those first moments.
So why so upset when it ends huh?
Why spend hours staring inside, wondering how you can possibly live without this person.
When the question you should have been asking is, why weren’t you living with this person. Oh I don’t mean living in the same house, anyone can do that. You can put an ad in the paper for someone to live in your space with you.
I mean, why weren’t you being how you were at the start?
Because you had found out all the little things?
Because those little quirks you first found endearing eventually turned into low-level simmering?
Maybe.
So you have to ask yourself why so upset?
And more often than not it comes down to the fact that you no longer have someone to tell you the things you need to hear.
It’s back to being Fort You again.
But there is an answer my friend.
And although it disgusts you to think of it, you know what it is if you’re bold enough to admit it.
You start again with a new woman.
And you can do that whole adventure of first being with someone, wondering how they kiss, what they look like naked, what noises they will make.
All the things that you loved about the one who left you.
And that brings us right back to the fact that what you are going through is no different than the millions of others all sitting there thinking they’re the only ones to feel like you do.
So while you sit there singing the Universal Blues, somewhere at the back, your mind is stirring.
You’ll start to notice them again, swiftly giving them a positive or negative.
Only this time you’re armed with the knowledge you took from the car-wreck you’ve just crawled out from.
You know the things that annoyed this one, so you can bury those bits the next time around.
Of course, you disagree with this.
Because “this was different,” and “she was the only one for me”.
But if you can be brave enough, you’ll see you said that the last time as well. So why didn’t you break down and fall to pieces then?
Because you know these things are true.
So please, spare yourself the energy of being upset.
Pick yourself off the floor, dust your jacket down and begin walking again.
Because I promise you, the next one will be different.
You believe me right?