Because YOU are a smug, patronizing person, naturally that is the tone in which you chose to read a matter-of-fact response. Naturally, you just had to up the ante on your bad behavior in your own even more smug response, right? How's this for patronizing? You do realize, do you not, that you aren't required to actually be a large penis to post here.
Yeah- i don't think you comprehend what smug actually is.
Claiming you can get laid Every. Single. Time. you're interested... Sure- that's "matter of fact"---
Bragging, as if its a matter of fact.
That's smug.
Of course, I ought to have specified that a sense of humor gets a straight
man laid. My bad.
( I never said its the
only thing that gets you laid.)
There is nothing smug about suggesting that
everyone gets their heart broken.
Me included. Nothing smug about suggesting that giving up is for the grave and that everyone who's lonely ought to keep trying. That there is nothing wrong with being devastated by a breakup, because that just proves it mattered to you.
Sympathy isn't patting someone's hand and telling them you understand. Everyone understands heartbreak.
Sympathy sometimes is telling the bruised and the broken to
walk it off and get back in the game.
I will maintain...there is no point to living pain free.
Sorrow is not something to be avoided... You
know it is coming in some measure, at some time. Even if you meet THE ONE with whom you will share a deep love life long... it
will be stripped from you by death.
Periods of sorrow are a given in life.
But you
can ruin your entire life living in dread of the sorrows to come.
Like trying to protect yourself from a great pain, by choosing instead to endure the dull ache of loneliness each and every day.
Too many of us armor over our injuries with revisionist histories of the loves we lost. We vilify or demonize those who hurt us to make the pain somewhat less and salve our own egos from self examination of our own failings.
And that works- but in muffling our pain we muffle our joy, as well.
We sacrifice what we loved about a person on the altar of avoiding our own insufferable pain.
or worse- we sacrifice our own hopefulness to the narrative of mistrust.
I am not smug because I suffer these pains like any one else. Maybe worse than most because I choose Not to armor myself to injury.
I am still
devastated by being dumped by my very first girlfriend...40 years ago
I can
still cry over that wound.
But that is because I still cherish what was wonderful about that love, about that woman.
If I want to keep hold of what was wonderful... then of course I must keep hold of the pain I felt in losing it.
I still love her... and so it still hurts that she let that love go.
Wisdom... i think, must be the layering of all these joys and all these sorrows that we accumulate thru life,
like coats of lacquer...
we can paint them opaque and muddy- or they can be clear and lucid and add astonishingly beautiful depth.
I want to see my own past clearly... like that deep grain under twenty coats of lacquer. I want to remember why I risked my heart and why it hurt so much, because I want my next love to matter just as much or more.
and there
will be a next love.
All I have to do is remember what it feels like to be eager and hopeful.
To give without fear.
heartbreak won't kill us.
We write the narrative of our own lives.
So write yourself stronger.
I want to hold and be held.
And I know I am not the only one.
hows that for patronizing?