Grow Up a Tad

I can understand that break ups suck. They do. If you are over the age of 22, there is a good chance that using Facebook as a sounding board for insults of your ex-significant other is a bad idea. Kind of like filling a big balloon full of hydrogen and throwing some loosely wired electronics in there. Big boom is not a surprise. It's not just a bad idea, it actually shows others your true colors and demonstrates qualities that, quite possibly, made the other person leave. I dunno. Just sayin.

I am speaking of someone in particular but they will remain nameless. Mostly because I don't want to show like I am picking sides. I am not. Actually, that's not true. I did pick sides, but I kept the choice to myself simply out of respect for the fallen. 100% of the time, these relationship issues require no one else's input, and when you ask for it in a public forum (I.E. a status update on Facebook) it is a senseless regression back to when you just started spewing menses and bullshit out of a couple of almost indentical orifices. Direct pressure, in both case, will stop the bleeding.

Some might say, "just don't be their friend." Well, I was de-friended already, but the settings allow for reading the posts on their wall. When I feel like I am being immature or am throwing fits at the mall, I go and read this individual's posts and I feel mature again. It isn't like this person is an idiot. They have, or at least I thought they had, a pretty good head on their shoulders. I am reminded just how wrong that observation was/is when I visit their page. To read the supporting comments that follow the vomit makes me click "HOME." It's sad really. The way in which bitterness causes a person to morph into a pile of shit right in front of your eyes.

Advice...take it, or don't. Grow up. Move on. Posting drivel and stupid pictures out of spite and looking for acceptance and approval is retarded. Go to a counselor, write in a journal. This is not a healthy way to deal with anything. It's immature and very child-like. This is something I expect from a toddler. Be bitter, but shut the fuck up about it in public. Don't celebrate an anniversary that is no longer there. Move....on. It's like lingering around a corpse wondering if maybe, just maybe, they might wake up. It's over. So act your age.