Dogs hate leashes
because sometimes they come off, never to be put on again.
What makes something like rejection sooo shitty is that the rejector and the rejectee can't possibly see the rejection in the same light. It looses meaning in the translation between two brains, or alters somehow in the space between lips and ear.
So with no social life to comment on I'm stuck reliving shitty endings. And they've all been shitty. Not necessarily for me everytime, but for one of the parties involved. Let's take a look at the grand-stool-pile of all endings, the one that sucked enough to be repeated, me and sweet AH. It's only fitting that it ended like it did, cause it started out great. We met in the Philippines, actually in Hartsfield airport standing in line next to each other, not knowing we were going to the same place for the same reasons. By LA we were chatting each other up, by Seol we were thinking how amazingly strange and fortunate our meeting. Manilla, Baguio, Manilla again, and all the way back. She had a boyfriend, I had a girlfriend, and there was this attraction between us. Couple of trips to Statesboro for me, couple of trips to Cowtown for her and we lost those others that were hanging on. She moved North and i saw her more. things were going great 'till a fucking brick wall popped up...and we ended...mid great thing growing. Fast forward a couple of years and we're both seeing how much we fucked up so we try again. Hotter and heavier than before...I'm talking planning futures and shit. I get spooked and cold shoulder her...we're ended again and there's no return. What i learned from the first time is that we both had no idea why the other wanted it over. I couldn't believe any of the craptacular reasons she gave, and i didn't tell her anything. Just stopped calling. As the re-run ended i saw the same problem, we both voiced things, but I didn't get what she was advertising, and my obtusitude (I know, its not a word) had her ready to change the channel.
you can't help but look back and see the highlights though, everything else fades...
Maybe when one sees the end the lips just say something...and it doesn't matter what the ear hears, cause beyond all the talk and rambling and soul searching is the impetus to let go and the need to move on...
speaking of which, I'll be away from all this for the next month starting thursday. sometimes you just have to be a stray. Here's to dreams of not coming back...
Sometime later my Lambs,
REV
What makes something like rejection sooo shitty is that the rejector and the rejectee can't possibly see the rejection in the same light. It looses meaning in the translation between two brains, or alters somehow in the space between lips and ear.
So with no social life to comment on I'm stuck reliving shitty endings. And they've all been shitty. Not necessarily for me everytime, but for one of the parties involved. Let's take a look at the grand-stool-pile of all endings, the one that sucked enough to be repeated, me and sweet AH. It's only fitting that it ended like it did, cause it started out great. We met in the Philippines, actually in Hartsfield airport standing in line next to each other, not knowing we were going to the same place for the same reasons. By LA we were chatting each other up, by Seol we were thinking how amazingly strange and fortunate our meeting. Manilla, Baguio, Manilla again, and all the way back. She had a boyfriend, I had a girlfriend, and there was this attraction between us. Couple of trips to Statesboro for me, couple of trips to Cowtown for her and we lost those others that were hanging on. She moved North and i saw her more. things were going great 'till a fucking brick wall popped up...and we ended...mid great thing growing. Fast forward a couple of years and we're both seeing how much we fucked up so we try again. Hotter and heavier than before...I'm talking planning futures and shit. I get spooked and cold shoulder her...we're ended again and there's no return. What i learned from the first time is that we both had no idea why the other wanted it over. I couldn't believe any of the craptacular reasons she gave, and i didn't tell her anything. Just stopped calling. As the re-run ended i saw the same problem, we both voiced things, but I didn't get what she was advertising, and my obtusitude (I know, its not a word) had her ready to change the channel.
you can't help but look back and see the highlights though, everything else fades...
Maybe when one sees the end the lips just say something...and it doesn't matter what the ear hears, cause beyond all the talk and rambling and soul searching is the impetus to let go and the need to move on...
speaking of which, I'll be away from all this for the next month starting thursday. sometimes you just have to be a stray. Here's to dreams of not coming back...
Sometime later my Lambs,
REV