In my last post, I suggested that a relationship can be disposable, like a broken laptop that's too expensive to repair. Do I really believe this? I don't know. I can be wishy-washy.
What kind of blog post is this anyway? Aren't I supposed to give an opinion and try to persuade you to embrace my point of view?
Well, I guess I believe some relationships become toxic. We need to end these relationships, am I right?
Accept that what was once in bloom withered, perhaps revealing its true poisonous self. Or maybe things just ran their course. Nothing lasts.
According to Jung, my personality type is able to end relationships. Don't laugh. Once I make up my mind, I can do it. Ask any of my exes. We may be Facebook friends, but they are dead to me.
I joke that I have awful taste in men, but it's true. I always choose the wrong men. The wounded, the shiftless non-providers, the unable to commit, the co-dependent. Men who take advantage of my good nature.
Yes, male reader. This rant is about men I chose. It's not about All Men.
It was me, not them. Or it was them.
I don't think I've experienced requited love from a man. Nobody cared about my happiness as much as I cared about his.
This is why we need to be warriors for our own happiness.
Can men and women be friends after they have sex?
"Once my lover, now my friend. . ."
No. I don't think so. Probably not.
Written on iPod touch