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The biggest lie I ever tell
There is a lie that I tell. Not because I want to deceive others, but because I like the idea.
I just got dumped yesterday. My lie, "If we ever split up, I think we'd at least be friends." This is untrue. I don't have the capacity to be friends with those that hurt me. What I say to them is a dream laced with infatuation and romanticism. NONE of my exes are friends. Just fools who for some reason dream of me or regret dumping me later. They are at best, memories that I don't concern myself with, dead to me, or at worst, enemies. As far as getting dumped, I think that I am the most common denominator in this equation, but seriously, I'm doing my damnedest to veer away from damaged and fucked up relationships. But I am an ingredient in this kind of perpetual melancholy. I'm getting better, but it's still fucked up, even now. I may be naturally, a trampish kind of hook up by nature and I do everything I can to have something healthy and conventional. Alas, the problem may be that I ignore my nature. Perhaps at best, I am a person meant to be single with VERY intense hook ups. That's something I'll have to reconcile with. /rant |
Or you just haven't found the right person yet.
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Dude, very rarely does anyone remain friends with an ex, save in the most superficial sense.
Don't beat yourself up over it. Now that you're single, you should focus on a different kind of beating. Hohoho. |
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We chat online. We make friends online. Play games, pay bills, make plans, whatever. |
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Yeah your right, its not healthy to go back with an ex because there’s unsaid feelings, jealousy, sexual tensions, and all in all if you get back together there’s a possible chance you brake up again but worst. (Nice example with the equation thing) sorry for your lost but hey 'there are more fishes in the sea' and one of them might be a good one. |
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The other stuff - if you keep ending up in fucked-up relationships, maybe you shouldn't be actively looking ANYWHERE, online or off, for a while. It sounds like now might be a good time to take a break, hang out with your friends, and keep your mind on things that'll put you in a better head space than insane women + whatever you're bringing to the table. Evidently, that combination is not working for you. |
I remained friends with my ex, and crashed with her for a month when I first moved to NYC.
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Looking for relationships will get you into shit nine times out of ten, because you don't give your interaction time to develop and to figure out what that person is really like. Fall in love rather than getting into a relationship with the intention of falling in love at a later stage.
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Meh, relationships almost invariably crash and burn and just leave one, the other or both feeling like a turd on legs. I agree with Kontan, they're a waste of time.
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Relationships don't necessarily crash and burn...they sometimes just slowly... very slowly go out... like poof...and then you don't know what the fuck happened in the past few years.
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Kontan, you're hot, you don't need to actively be looking for someone.
Let me ask you something. You're hanging out; you look around for someone pretty; are you looking around for a possible relationship or just for a good time? I know I'm younger than you but I still tell you this from experience. |
Truth be told, I'm looking for a good time. Problem is, after said good time, it tends to become habit forming and from that, bad relationships based on sexual encounters tend to arise. As much as I intend to just have a good time, I do tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. That's why it seems like I constantly get into bad relationships.
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I have to agree with Apathy's advice of taking a break from looking for relationships. Develop your own interests, which is much easier to do without a relationship to develop at the same time.
Also, looking for good time girls will get you good time girls, not relationship girls. |
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