Cautionary tales: So there was this girl
June 17, 2009
So there was this girl; or, rather, there was the idea of one. Everyone saw themselves in her, this feminine echo of their Id. I found little bits of her words first: wry, careful, bits that intrigued but didn’t reveal. I engaged. Charmed and calculated: put forth what she needed to hear, and heard what I needed to fit. In our defense we were younger then and broken enough to give a poor idea space to bleed.
The sex was bad and we were never sober. We had to negate whole levels of function to find a compatible state. Our ideas couldn’t bear close inspection; our egos couldn’t abandon something that had come at such a price. We paid and paid to try and find the worth; erased ourselves in the hope we’d be redrawn whole. It was this joyless broken toy that I couldn’t bear to put down and let another play with. It ended as well as one would expect.
The lessons learned:
1. The more you love an idea the less you will know a person; the less you know a person, the more you will wound each other.
2. A bad situation will never break even: don’t worry about who lost more, just walk away.
June 17, 2009 at 12:53 pm
Editors note: I’ve decided it might helpful to use my lifetime of poor judgment as a means of guiding other towards more constructive behavior. The stories are all true, if veiled, so take from them what you will.
June 17, 2009 at 3:07 pm
Is this a recent story or one from the past?
June 17, 2009 at 3:13 pm
It is back a few years, and no lady that has ever read this site.
June 17, 2009 at 6:31 pm
Take this as a compliment even though it doesn’t sounds like one: this reads like a really good Cosmo article compressed into a poem. Strange, but moving.
June 17, 2009 at 9:27 pm
Damn it, AJ, I apologized for burning your bed you do not have to go posting about it.
June 17, 2009 at 9:58 pm
“I apologized for burning your bed”
You didn’t have dance while it was happening. How could you?
June 17, 2009 at 10:13 pm
I’ll buy you a Reeses?