Sometimes when dating, I let my sadness make me stupid.
Dylan had left and I was devastated.
But as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, we played the on-again/off-again game for years.
Which was hard for my friends to watch, of course.
One time, I was telling my BFF how I was heading to New York to visit Dylan and she lost it.
“Why are you torturing yourself???” she screamed.
At the time I felt she didn’t understand. But looking back, she was right.
The back and forth only prolonged the demise of a relationship that had run its course—prolonging the pain as well.
I used to tell myself, “The heart wants what the heart wants.”
But sometimes what the heart wants is stupid.
And I knew better. I was smarter than that.
It’s okay to be sad. But it’s not okay to be stupid.
Because being stupid just makes us sadder in the end anyway.