These are no doubt deep insights about how to constructively dissipate the angst of romantic loss. But I also, at a point in the article, suddenly felt a sharp sense that your wisdom about matters of this nature has to come from a masochistic core. But yours is more of a stoic masochism than the self-pitying type. Of course, most women are of the latter variety (I believe masochism is a natural element in all feminine psyche while sadism is predominantly a masculine trait). Good luck characterizing yourself successfully from this description!
Your advice piece should have been titled: How I Get Over Unrequited Love. To resort to your suggested methods, the unfortunate 'loser' in the game of love would have to possess an artistic skill or at least an artistic temperament, coupled, maybe, with some crude sensibility for the philosophical. Your method is not meant for majority of people and only a few could aspire to it. There's a reason why you were neither broken nor damaged by your adolescent years!!! For most people, to deal with Unrequited Love, they simply look to the mundane while hoping for time and chance to heal them.
Creating something with your hands or brain is good advice even for the artless. Let them build a shed if they feel so inclined. But apart from that, letting your infatuations inspire you to greater heights can be universally applicable if you have good taste.
Oh Stella, you were a tortured soul in your teenage years! But, as they say, if it doesn’t kill you it makes you stronger, and you learn something from all relationships.
Your paintings are exceptional, you are indeed a talented lady. Maybe you can go back to it when you’re a bit older.
Very entertaining reading, maybe you could tell us a few of the stories of your old relationships and why you think they went wrong. Maybe when relationships end you can just say it’s their loss ( which it would be) and look forward to better things.
Great writing. It must be nice being close to what you aspire to. Most of life I drifted around the fires. Not sure which fuel to feed. I languish now that I am 51 and fixed on a path that may fade rather that burn brite. The empty hollowness of it. I can barely breathe at times. I keep getting out of bed on the off chance that lightning will strike. Love has come and gone yet I wearily remain.
If it crept up on me somewhere on this path would I even recognize it anymore?
Meow
Great writing as usual. I think you are becoming the man in your story for me.............
These are no doubt deep insights about how to constructively dissipate the angst of romantic loss. But I also, at a point in the article, suddenly felt a sharp sense that your wisdom about matters of this nature has to come from a masochistic core. But yours is more of a stoic masochism than the self-pitying type. Of course, most women are of the latter variety (I believe masochism is a natural element in all feminine psyche while sadism is predominantly a masculine trait). Good luck characterizing yourself successfully from this description!
Your advice piece should have been titled: How I Get Over Unrequited Love. To resort to your suggested methods, the unfortunate 'loser' in the game of love would have to possess an artistic skill or at least an artistic temperament, coupled, maybe, with some crude sensibility for the philosophical. Your method is not meant for majority of people and only a few could aspire to it. There's a reason why you were neither broken nor damaged by your adolescent years!!! For most people, to deal with Unrequited Love, they simply look to the mundane while hoping for time and chance to heal them.
Creating something with your hands or brain is good advice even for the artless. Let them build a shed if they feel so inclined. But apart from that, letting your infatuations inspire you to greater heights can be universally applicable if you have good taste.
Oh Stella, you were a tortured soul in your teenage years! But, as they say, if it doesn’t kill you it makes you stronger, and you learn something from all relationships.
Your paintings are exceptional, you are indeed a talented lady. Maybe you can go back to it when you’re a bit older.
Very entertaining reading, maybe you could tell us a few of the stories of your old relationships and why you think they went wrong. Maybe when relationships end you can just say it’s their loss ( which it would be) and look forward to better things.
Thank you, that's very kind. I am sure the details of loves lost will resurface in some other post. I most certainly look forward to better things :-)
I love petting kitties.....
Great writing. It must be nice being close to what you aspire to. Most of life I drifted around the fires. Not sure which fuel to feed. I languish now that I am 51 and fixed on a path that may fade rather that burn brite. The empty hollowness of it. I can barely breathe at times. I keep getting out of bed on the off chance that lightning will strike. Love has come and gone yet I wearily remain.
If it crept up on me somewhere on this path would I even recognize it anymore?
Meow
Great writing as usual. I think you are becoming the man in your story for me.............
Of course you would, age and monotony brings a bit of wisdom, just keep your eyes peeled. What do you mean I am becoming the man in the story? !
As in something the envelops attention, desire, and is measuring stick of inadequacy.
4B
that is a very classic answer coming from you 😂
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