The cliche thing to do after a break or break up is to get dolled up, go out, post sexy pictures on Instagram with sassy self righteous captions meant to show the world just how better off you are without that person, or worse how much they’ll be missing. That doesn’t seem practical to me. The world doesn’t give a shit. All that does is put a target on your back for skeezy dudes that are trying to take advantage of the mild sluttiness that the vulnerability from heartache brings out. And if you’re doing that to get back at that person in some way, even sillier. I’d bet they’ve already seen you naked, and there’s a billion other girls that’ll get just as naked for them without the effort of a relationship. I think it’s a common misconception across youth that how you look or what you do for someone is what makes you invaluable. It’s not. It’s who you are as a person, and a willingness to grow. Add passion, intention, and sentiment, and that’s what nourishes an emotional connection. Neglect hurts, but it’s not the root of ended relationships. The core to ruining a relationship is just a stubbornness to grow, and a need for less important relationships that require less vulnerability. Most people want relationships, marriage, and commitment. I’d like to think that what I want isn’t as boring. Sure, exclusivity is vastly important to me. That’s because of the type of surface value connections that stem from a non exclusive relationship. A master of everything is a master of nothing. I’m interpreting that into the facet of promiscuity by the idea that if you’re screwing everyone when it comes down to it you’ll have no one. Partnership. That’s all I want. I know what I want. I know what makes me happy. Being vulnerable is what makes me “happy.”
I am not a cliche.
Have some humility, and be brave enough to continue being vulnerable even though everything hurts so much more. Maturity isn’t about how you act, or what you do. It’s about what is really important to you. And if that’s just yourself. That’s okay. Just remember you don’t get to keep your lonely accomplishments when you die one day.
Think about what you do get to leave behind. It’s not what you did, or who you were. But, how you made people feel.