...how things that used to be so important are now silly?
I saw part of a Miami Ink episode last night (I am fascinated by tattoos...love them...more on that later) and a girl got a few lotus flowers on her hip to signify a new beginning. She had just gone through a "bad break-up". I wanted to say "hey, wait six months, then decide if you still want it" simply because what seems so horrific to her now will probably become just a distant memory pretty quickly.
On Tuesday I met up with my younger sister, Ashley, for lunch. The subject turned to relationships, both past and present, and we both remarked how it's odd that it becomes so distant so quickly.
For example, the relationship I had before Matt and I started dating. I was a wreck when it ended. Seriously, a bonafide WRECK. It was not good. And now...I'm not quite sure why. He wasn't that great of a guy. I'm not going to bash him, because he wasn't a bad guy either, but he was nowhere near worth the anguish I put myself through. I had wanted to end the relationship for months, then when we finally did I was inexplicably heartbroken. Why does that happen? I think part of it for me is that I think of what could have been, or what I wanted it to be, but I wasn't looking at what it really was. What it was was all about one person, not two people in a relationship. I can see that now, so why couldn't I see that then? Why did I refuse to see it then?
And why is it, that now, looking back, I feel no pain? I thought for sure I would never be happy. Oh the histrionics. Now I can't believe I thought I could have ever been happy in that. I almost feel like it's a story someone else once told me, it's that distant.
What do you think it is that makes us forget? Or rather, makes us remember? Is it the time? Is it new experiences? Is it an excess of chocolate?