Welcome back, students! I’m glad you all look well rested from your time away. Hopefully you haven’t forgotten everything I’ve taught you thus far. If you have, well then have no fear. We do have remedial classes where someone takes my textbooks and beats you over the head with them until you learn by osmosis. Now then…let’s get to a subject that everyone absolutely dreads: Breaking Up.
These days, almost as soon as a relationship is established, it seems like there’s a stamped expiration date somewhere on the package. In most cases, I hear the ticking of the egg timer as soon as people make their relationship “Facebook Official.” And while my social media feed has enough photos of friends with their loved ones and kids, I seem to find myself spending an inordinate amount of time planning outings with the Broken Hearts Club. And everyone has a different way of dealing with their pain. Some are effective, some are ill advised, some are just flat out bad, but honestly to each their own. There’s no correct way to crawl yourself back up to whatever you call normalcy. So let’s take a look at some of our options, shall we? (with my editorial comments, of course.)
The “Eat The Pain Away” Method: Look…I love food. Anyone who has met me even once knows how much I love food. But people tend to spend an awful lot of time and junk food trying to fill a metaphysical hole with tangible physical food. I’m not denouncing that a nice ice cream sundae isn’t going to put you right when you want some comfort, and a blanket and a good book just ain’t cutting it. That doesn’t stop us, of course. We’ll dive head first into a bucket of fried chicken, or a pizza tray of disco fries just so that we can knock our emotional selves into a food coma. I don’t deny its effectiveness. There’s something about being physically sated, that translates into being emotionally fulfilled as well. But the problem with any temporary crutch is the fact that sooner or later, that feeling goes away…and then the cycle begins anew. Worse yet, these momentary solutions produce diminishing returns. So now, not only are you piecing together the broken bits of your heart, you’re now out of breath from doing it, because you just took the Holy Guacamole Burrito Challenge. (disclaimer: I have no idea if that challenge exists, but if you need reference, just imagine a burrito the size of a sleeping bag.) Like anything else, just use moderation. Food is wonderful, but for a metaphysical gunshot wound, it’s really only a band aid. But, if you’re feeling a little down, and you think a BLT (hold the L & T) will occasionally make you feel better…then what the hell. Do it.
The “Soothe My Soul With Debauchery” Plan: Yes…let’s not take stock of our current well being, and instead let us go and throw ourselves with gusto back into the fray, with the very plan that didn’t work for you the first time. Cheap, meaningless, sneak-away-before-morning sex has its time and place. It’s called college, and/or your early 20’s. See, back then, you were allowed to be a fuck up, because it’s a common assumption that you simply, don’t know any better. There’s a learning curve, and you’re riding it like the Big Kahuna. But at some point, that label “adult” is going to get stamped on you…whether you want it or not. Suddenly acting childish, selfish, and stupid are not qualities to be looked on in amusement, nor do people find it “cute.” So when you go out after a break up and suddenly scream “LET’S GET DRUNK!!” like a frat boy with a desperate need for a self fulfilling prophecy, there’s a very high chance that what broke your heart in the first place is going to happen again. Then again, if all you want is a warm body next to you to forget your current trouble, even if it’s for a night, then by all means do so. Just don’t come complaining to people when you find yourself in another broken relationship, or having the morning after regrets.
“Drugs Are Bad, Mkay?”: Do I really need to tell you why this is a bad idea? Some of the same reasons that eating your problems away, tend to apply here as well: not permanent, metaphysical vs. physical, diminishing returns… The only difference is, THIS SHIT IS BAD FOR YOU. STOP DOING IT! You don’t need it to live. It doesn’t taste good. Oh…also it is KILLING YOU. I’m not talking about weed here, folks. I’m not talking about the nicotine in your cigarettes. I could give a fly’s fuck about caffeine (to which I owe my continued existence). I’m talking about universally recognized as illegal, and / or what I like to call the “snorting – shove into your veins” variety. Sure. Ok. This stuff is designed to make you forget about your worries. It also makes you forget other things…like where you should go to the bathroom, your own tongue is not food, or that oncoming cars don’t want to play “chicken” with you. Do I really need to keep going? Can we all just agree that this is a bad idea? Great! NEXT!
Put Down The Emo Songs, Poetry, and Capes: We all need time to grieve when a relationship ends. We do. Take your time. I encourage it. You’re broken and you need to put yourself back together before wanting to be seen out in public again. I get it. And there’s no real set time limit to getting that done. But…having said that, at some point you may want to acknowledge the reality that is at your doorstep. I think a good general rule of thumb is that if your grieving period is longer than your relationship, there’s a very high possibility that you may want to invest in therapy. A 2 week period in which you hook up several times, KINDA talk about dating, then decide to part ways, shouldn’t necessitate a 6 month crying fest, listening to Panic at the Disco, while shoving ice cream into your mouth so that you won’t call them to beg them to take you back. On the converse side of that is getting out of a long term relationship that has lasted more than a few years. You invested a lot of time into this. You deserve some time off to get yourself right. Having said that, if after several months, you still don’t feel like looking at humanity in the face, and your diet consists of water and half a Triscuit, maybe a little help from your friendly neighborhood shrink is in order.
Look…bottom line: there’s no right way to do this. Some check in their emotional baggage for the long haul, and some people carry a fanny pack and lose it on vacation. But regardless of whether you end up going all “Self Help” with meditation and bettering yourself, or if you end up drinking an entire Balthazar of wine…surround yourself with the people who love you. A good support system is what differentiates a quick healing process from a never ending marathon. Be good to yourself, and realize that if you can’t take care of yourself, then you’re not going to be able to take care of anyone else. Lastly…don’t be afraid to look at your mistakes. Just don’t categorize them as failures. Embrace them. Learn from them…and then don’t fucking do them again!
That’s it. Class dismissed. Regular classes will now resume. Cheers.