
“Oh my god. It’s like you are trapped in break-up hell.”
- Carrie
There is nothing on this planet more excruciatingly painful than the demise of a relationship that you had never expected to end.
Honestly, I’d prefer to be the victim of some sort of ultra-violence than to ever have to deal with being bind-sided by a breakup.
There’s probably a more eloquent way of stating the situation, but facts are facts.
Just when you think you’re starting to get the hang of it, and can relax for five minutes…
Just when you think that all of the obstacles and drama over the years had been leading up to something…
Just when you finally start trusting when someone tells you that you can trust them…
…it blows up in your face and you’re stuck with the sudden realization: “You know nothing.”
And you’re inundated with the typical responses from friends in situations like these.
“Oh my god, you can’t be serious!?!”
“What were they thinking?”
“You’ll find someone better.”
“Their loss! Big Time.”
And you know all of these things to be as perplexing as they are true. It still hurts, because it wasn’t the plan you had been laying out for yourself. An ‘ending’ was never part of the dreams you had been making. Happily ever after right? Isn’t that how the story goes?
But then you find out that they decided to take you out of their equation. You were no longer needed, required to be factored in, for them to achieve happiness.
It cuts to the core.
PEOPLE ARE A MYSTERY
I’ve always been able to pick up on the unspoken cues and read in-between the lines of what people are & aren’t willing to say. I understand people and can anticipate their wants and needs. It’s a skill. I know, for example, when someone tells me that their favorite color is ‘blue’ what they are really offering up is that they would prefer if people thought of them as calm and serene, but in actuality they have a great capacity to be cold and uncaring. Or when people say “they don’t know” what they really mean is, “I would tell you, but then you’d judge me, and I’d rather you sleuth it out yourself, so I can protect my ego.”
It’s my job to know people. It’s what makes me exceptional at what I do.
Such a perception has been a blessing as much as it has been a curse, because you soon realize that what most people don’t tell you, aren’t their secrets of unrequited love or longed-for daydreams, but rather it’s their shame and hurt. All of the things they are afraid that if you knew, you’d judge them for. Human beings so often tightly bundle up their misery and bury it deep down, thinking that it’ll vanish into thin air. And when it doesn’t, when much like Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” the guilt just grows until it penetrates even the joy – then nothing is quite the same again.
And although I may be able to break people down in a matter of seconds, I rarely, if ever understand their choices. Sure, I can analyze the motivations and their underlying flawed-logic, but I’m never quite able to grasp why people make such self-sabotaging decisions. And with such zeal! It’s a true mystery of the human condition. Do people just not get it? How can such mistakes not be so glaringly obvious? Can they not see the disaster ahead?
I’ve realized something rather remarkable lately…
People get angry when you fail to acknowledge their faults. They get really wound up actually. It’s almost like they have this masochistic need to focus on their faults or at the very least, make you pay them proper respect.
You see, the tricky thing about emotional scars, is that they’re invisible to other people. But it’s what we see written all over our faces every time we glimpse into a mirror. It the shame we carry around with us, all of the things we want to resolve and let go, but aren’t sure quite how. All of our faults, our secrets, our less than stellar-shining moments, our sins, you name it. It’s what makes us feel defensive when people praise who we are, because for the most part, part of us will feel as if we’re being deceitful. Allowing someone to think we’re better than we are.
Whenever I meet someone, I think of them as at least three people.
- The person that the world gets to see – For the most, part it’s the most “put-together” version of themselves, and while it’s real, it’s mostly just for show.
- The person that only the close inner circle gets to see – Trusted confidantes that get to hear inner secrets and see them be unguarded. Until you see someone at their most vulnerable, I don’t really think you know who they are.
- The real person – While some people may be more “real” than others, I’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who is willing to offer up their deepest-darkest shame to anyone they cross paths with on the street. The only person who ever has full-capacity of understanding who you are, is you. It’s your job to work at figuring it out, so that you can be as communicative as possible with people. Know your strengths, work on your weaknesses.
So when you truly love someone, with all of your heart, it’s not that you’re blind to their faults – but rather you ignorantly feel immune to the danger.
When people are emotionally restless, chances are, they are spending more time on that superficial level of interaction with people than on the more honest, vulnerable side. Perhaps they are afraid of being judged, maybe they feel out of place, maybe they haven’t met anyone they feel they can trust, maybe they are simply still trying to figure themselves out, maybe they’re just sociopaths. Who knows?
But there always seems to be a correlation in the relationships people are able to have with others and the one that they have with themselves.
The problem with loving these tier 1 people, is that we often naively believe that we can solve their problems. Love conquers all, right? And maybe these sorry souls will believe you for a little while, and start to see their true worth and value, but usually it’s only a matter of time, before they’re driving a nail into your heart saying, “See? See? I told you I was unlovable. I warned you.”
You can show them options, lead them down different paths, but people are going to do what they’re going to do – and the faster you’re able to start accepting that – the more quickly you are going to be able to recover from the setback of an unexpected heartbreak.
I’m not talking about the breakups that come with warning signs. I mean the truly jaw-to-the-floor “What-The-F*ck-Just-Happened-Here?” type of moments. Thankfully they are rare, but when they do occur…my god, it’s debilitating.
No one ever wants to be used by someone else and no one ever thinks so little of themselves that they think they’re capable of doing it.
But it happens.
STOP PARTICIPATING
Here’s the thing folks, if you don’t want to be in a relationship with someone – stop participating.
Drop the pretense.
You don’t have to be a jerk about it, but be honest. Even if you’re unsure of what exactly it is that you want, don’t string someone along while you figure it out.
Standard human-reaction time for making a decision?
1.5 seconds.
ONE POINT FIVE SECONDS.
That is how long it takes the average human being to essentially make up their mind about any decision. Sure, they may hem and haw about what it is they want to do, but 1.5 seconds is as long as it takes for them to make their base reaction. After 1.5 seconds, you know what your “gut” choice is going to be. You know if you want a blue dress or a red one, if you want to go left or right, if you’re interested in dating someone or not, etc.
So why the show? Why the melodrama? How about people start being more practical and forthcoming?
If in 1.5 seconds (heck, I’ll even give you 5) someone wants something that you are not sure that you want just tell them “No.”
Don’t “let it ride” until you decide that you don’t want it either, because all that time you’re spending trying to make up your mind, that person is making plans. Plans that probably include you in some way.
The more responsible course of action (and the only one to take if you truly care about a person’s feelings) is to say, “No.”
Wait until you are 110% sure you want exactly the same thing. Not 40%, 50%, 90% or 100%. Make sure you are on the same page with someone, 110%, before you jump on board with a suggestion or entertain an idea, especially when emotions are involved. Otherwise, feelings are going to get hurt. Damage may be done, and that damage may be irreparable. Why risk it?
LET PEOPLE FAIL
It’s like when a child is hammering a round peg through a square hole. You could tell them that it’s just a futile attempt of wasted energy, demonstrate a better course of action, and hand them back the hammer. But if they choose to keep pounding away at the round peg, there’s nothing more you can really do. You weren’t wrong about them, or their potential. The mistake was their own and they just aren’t ready for something different. It feels a waste, because it is, but it’s out of your control.
I mean this in the realm of relationships. Let people make their own mistakes and maybe you’ll thank them for it later. Who knows?
If someone you are with decides that they no longer want to be with you, don’t go all ragey on them. I mean, it’s perfectly fine to feel ragey, but accept what they are saying and let them have at it. Why? Because one of two things will happen:
1. They’ll move on and find someone else and leave you to it.
2. They’ll attempt to move on, fail, and come back.
Then the choice is yours, take them back or leave them. But if someone breaks up with you, for no real reason, they just tell you that they “can’t” - then don’t sweat it. You dodged a bullet.
We have put men into space and found cures for world-devastating plagues – if someone wants a relationship with you. They’ll figure out a way to make it happen. People can do anything, it’s just what someone is willing to do – that’s always the part they’re least likely to admit. It doesn’t sound as heroic when there’s a caveat. So if they “can’t” all they are telling you is that they don’t “want” to, and that’s OK.
Of course it never feels OK, but things will work out fine.
IT GETS BETTER
The world, in and of itself is such a messed up, emotional mine-field. It’s unfair, cold, and unjust. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, and at the end of the day we’re all gonna die regardless of what we do. In fact that is the only certainty of life, so does any of it really matter?
It’s all in the way you look at it I suppose.
Life can be whatever you make it. That’s sort of the miracle in it and the bitter irony as well.
It’s a trial, and full of countless tribulations. The world is going to do its damndest to break you and make you want to concede defeat. It will be relentless in its pursuit. So the key to life, if there is such a thing, is to never give up. Never give in. Always get back up, brush yourself off, and move on. That is how you survive.
The risk of going through life as a passive observer is that you never make sound decisions. You merely become more reactive, and consequently all subsequent choices are countered off that one impulsive decision. This is when the defeatist mindset takes hold and where the perpetual feelings of hopelessness gain their start. It’s when a person starts to feel that they’ve lost the semblance of control. It’s when the phrase “I can’t” enters into their vernacular.
The proactive outlook on the other hand is wholly intimidating for almost everyone. Just as most people are hard-pressed to not find fault with themselves, so too are people hesitant with crediting themselves any amount of bravery. Sure. we all like to imagine that when push came to shove we’d rise up at the last minute to do something miraculous and awe-inspiring with our last dying breath, to demonstrate to the world that our life really did matter, but the truth is – we’re given opportunities on a daily basis to become heroes. To change the world around us. To become saviors, if only to ourselves. And still, hardly anyone can be bothered to make the effort.
For me, however, the decisions we make in life are the story. It’s how we architect our future and lay the foundation for what comes our way further down the road. It’s a Choose Your Own Adventure book, and we’re each our own chapter or the entire story. Sometimes we find ourselves on the same page as another person, but more often than not we aren’t.
I don’t know why that fact still surprises me. Blame the optimism I suppose.
When I think of an illustration to guide me through life, I think about action movies. Because there is always that scene (and you know the one) where the good guys are in the midst of a difficult no-win situation and start to panic. All hope suddenly seems lost. One member always wants to turn back, retreats and eventually dies. Another one panics and makes a stupid decision, falls off a roof and then plummets to his death. And invariably the one who survives, is simply the one that took a moment, assessed the situation from all angles, and did whatever it was going to take to reach the outcome they were aiming for. That’s being a hero – not being extraordinarily brave – just being brave five minutes longer and using some goddamn common sense.
A few months ago my best friend was giving me some dating advice (which is oddly enough the only thing in my life that I really do need) and he said, “You don’t need a rich man, or a handsome man, or a man who can fix all of your problems. You never need to rely on a man for anything you can provide for yourself. You just need a brave man. A champion.”
A good rule to live by is, “Never trust someone you don’t love. Never love someone you don’t trust.”
I know it’s hard when you’re caught off-guard by a breakup, because the trust disappears at a much faster rate than the love. And you’re stuck in the limbo-hell-of-love, that is like an agonizing junkie withdrawal. The pain is so severe that it manifests itself in physical form and feels like it will never go away. But it will. You’re strong.
So take a deep breath, realize that it’s not the end of the world, it just feels like it right now.
Wait for the champion. The prince or princess who is going devote their honor to deserving yours.
In the mean time, work on being able to be a champion for someone else one day. While the breakup may hurt today, tomorrow is another day to be brave.