Kinda going along with my "crazy people have all the fun" mention last week, don't people in denial seem to enjoy life a hell of a lot more?
For instance, it's been over three years since I broke up with my last girlfriend. If I could live in sweet, sweet denial and just blame her for it blowing up, I'd already be on my next girl. But I can't. It was mostly my fault and I know it. Not in that "oh woe is me, nail me to the cross" boolsheet way, but in the logical "the sky is blue" kinda way. It just ... was my fault. Simple as that. No getting around it.
But I'm so pissed to have thrown away the love of my life that I just can't move on. It's not even that I'm afraid I'll fuck it up again next time. That's not a problem because this sucked so badly I'll NEVER go down this road again. I've learned my lesson. No, it's more that I'm still pissed at myself.
These are the cases I think denial exists for. It's for the survival of the species. Denial rolls up in these situations, puts on a sexy dress, runs her fingers through your hair, and whispers in your ear, "it's okay, baby. It's wasn't really your fault. It's on her." Then I could be all like "Oh. Sweet! Time to move on!"
I keep checking the door but Denial hasn't shown up to do me this solid yet. >:-(
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First, I'm not a there's-one-love-of-your-life kind of girl.. I think you have many potential mates.. Just finding one when you are both in the 'mood' to make a match is difficult..
As for bearing all the blame for a breakup, well, it might have been your fault.. But does that mean you are never, ever to have love in your life again? Not in the least...
Um, well, unless you had her for dinner.. With fava beans and a nice chianti.. :):)~~
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