i'm not going into a 'men are bastards' rant. despite being subjected to parts and parcels of it during proj discussion today. cos with my dad and many others, i know for a fact that there are many good men out there. and i've yet (hopefully never) been hurt by guy(s) to conclude that i'm swearing off the opposite sex for the rest of my life. but really, how many of us actually (ok... i'm generalising based on the female friends around me) go through half our lives being a fraction of who we can and ought to be because of so-called r/s problems?
yes, i can hardly claim to being an expert on the big R word, but let's just look at the whole issue from a logical pov. say you spend the past 1.5 years with your ex and live up to say, 75 years of age (with better health care, it's no longer going to be 75 but let's take a conservative estimate). with a little bit of calculation, that occupies a mere 2% of your life. maybe i dont get it so can someone enlighten me as to why 2% is worth giving up on the rest if the 98% ?
move on with life. i know, i know... easier said than done. still, what's the point of going through life if you intend to cry over the same mistake over and over again, and never wanting to learn from it? for those who think that i'm an unsympathetic, sheltered girl who has never seen enough of life to make the above comments, think again. cos the thought of you knowing me is laughable.
stop dwelling on the what if(s) and what should have been(s). life is too short for that.
"Was I born a cute vindictive little bitch or did society make me that way?"
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