It's better to have loved and lost ?

  There is a famous saying out there, that has been around for a very long time. While the author who coined the phrase slips my memory, I'am sure many of my loyal readers know who I'am talking about. A phrase that warms the cockles of ones heart, and makes people go "aawwhh".

Oh yeah, it would probably help if I actually told ya'll the phrase, "its better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all".

 

  Well, I've got a phrase of my own to describe what I feel about that saying, "bull fucking shit". I'll bet ya $20.00 BUCKS, the fuck nut who struck that phrase, NEVER lost. I bet everything that mother fucker touched, turned to god damn gold, including women. I guess you can tell I'am a bitter mother fucker. Well I'am, so fuck him and the love train he rode in on. Let me introduce you to the reality of loving and losing.

 

  You meet this girl, and in an instant you are hooked. You don't know why, but you think about her day and night. She has every quality you have ever wanted in a girl, and then some. Slowly but surely, you two get to know each other, and you two become friends. With each passing day, you think you can't fall any harder, but you do my friend, oh you do.

 

  Then, out of the blue, like a lightning strike on a sunny day, she tells you she likes you too. Your heart pounds so hard, you think your gonna have a fucking heart attack. This can't be real. God must really like you, because this is like a fucking miracle. You two talk on a level that you never imagined, and you set up a REAL FUCKING DATE ! Oh boy, we've got a live one here.

 

  You two go out, and you have a blast. She nuzzles up to you all night long. The feel of her touch is like electricity. Her smell is sweet and intoxicating. You keep pinching yourself, because somewhere in your mind, you are scared shitless this is just a very vivid dream. You like this girl so much, the last thought you have on your mind is having sex with her. Just holding her hand is better than the best sex you ever had. It doesn't get any better than this.

 

  A few weeks later, things are going so great, you feel like the king of the world. She loves you, you love her, and it looks like you finally found your true soul mate. You can't imagine what life was like without her. Did you even have a life ? Nope, your life started the day you two got together, and that's all there is to it. Then, in the distance you hear it, "beep..beep..beep". The noise keeps growing louder and louder, but what the fuck is it ? That's right, it's that fucking alarm clock from the last paragraph. Wake up dick head, dream time is over.

 

  One day your phone rings, and its her. You can tell by her voice, something is not right. She beats around the bush for a few minutes, and then finally she hits you with it. She does not want to see you anymore. You ask her why, and she gives you some lame ass excuse. You try to reason with her, but she won't hear it. You beg her to just see you, and talk to you in person, but again she tells you no. You beg her not to do it, and you even cry. What the fuck just happened, and why did she take your heart, if she didn't plan on keeping it ?

 

  Well my friend, in most cases, you just got ass fucked by the folks I talked about in a previous post, the Assholes and Budinskies. They, however, are not the focus of our subject, but we still hate those dirty fuckers for real !!! Anyway, off she goes with your heart. It's over, and that's it. You try to function, but you can't. Forget about getting out of bed, even breathing is a complicated task. You can't eat, and you can't sleep. Your every thought is STILL of her, but your these thoughts hurt you, like a thousand daggers through your soul or what's left of it.

 

  You cling to your friends for support. You try to keep your mind busy, but it just doesn't matter. Your closest friends take you out drinking, and you even get hit on by the prettiest chick in the bar. It doesn't matter, does it ? Brittany Spears could walk up to you, and tell you that she has been waiting for you her whole life. You don't care, It's not her, and you feel nothing.

 

  The weeks go by, and you have managed to accomplish many things you used to take for granted, before her. You even took a shower the other day. Wow, your making progress. Months go by, and you still miss her with all of your heart. You have actually managed to fool everyone into thinking you are ok, but you know you will never get over her. You know for as long as you live, the day she left you, she really did take your heart with her. She left you with a void, that will never be filled.

 

  While talking to a intellectual friend of yours about the whole thing, he says it, he says the fucking phrase.  Maybe he was really trying to make you feel better. Maybe he was just trying to impress you with his knowledge or alleged wisdom. Whatever the case may be, it is at this moment you realize your friend is a total idiot.

 

  The moral of the story is this. It is not better to have loved and lost. Not by a long shot. As much as we day dream about being with a person or fall in love with them from a distance, it is nothing like actually being with that person. How could you miss the taste of strawberries, if you never ate one ? They may look so fucking yummy, that you drool every time you picture them, but you can't miss what you never tasted.

 

  You might miss what may have been with that person, but you would have never truly known, unless the two of you were actually a couple. Now don't confuse this whole thing with a relationship that went through it's natural course. The relationship where after being with someone for awhile, you both realize you can not stand the fucking sight of each other. I've been talking about that whirl wind romance, that just sweeps you off of your fucking feet. "The higher the fire, the shorter the flame", is the saying the comes to mind.

 

  I wish I could tell all of you to avoid these types of relationships, but it really is impossible to do. When your heart takes over your soul, all caution is regretfully tossed to the wind. Sometimes, as with my parents, these relationships do work out. In other cases they don't. Its kind of like playing Russian Rolette. You either win big, or lose even bigger.

 

  Just consider me to be the proverbial warning on the medicine label. The one that tells you, even though this product may cure what you have wrong with you, it can also cause palpitations, nausea, panic disorder, sleeplessness, dizziness, and death. I hope the chamber is empty for you.

 

  Be safe,

  Ferg