The Essence of Heart Break.

So as I sit in my humble abode as my clock strikes forty past ten, I am here, in front of my laptop, making another post about my life. Now to the reader(s) of this blog, they/he/she might be thinking, " Oh, Darrel made another post, let's see how funny or lame he is today." But to my loyal compatriots, I am sad to say that you (guys) could not be more wrong.

Behind this laptop screen is an emotional man.
He may seem tough on the outside but on the in, he is nothing more than Jell-O on a hot day. Soft and mushy.
You see, what the internet does not reveal is the past and the aftermath. As I type to you now, there is no way one could tell what happened to me or what is happening to me as this progresses, unless you were a sitting in my room with me.
Oh, how the internet can mask emotions.

What's happened to me, my readers may ask.
Well, in the course of 2 minutes, I have experienced heartbreak.
You guys may be thinking, "Oh that Darrel, he's only yanking our proverbial chains."
But I assure you. There will be no yanking of proverbial chains tonight.

What can happen in 2 minutes that would result in heartbreak?
It only takes 2 seconds for your favorite basketball team to lose.
It only takes a change of a song to ruin a good shuffle.
It only takes 2 minutes hate to...well. be hated.
And well, it only takes one response to experience heartbreak.

You see, life's a fragile piece of glass.
One event can shatter it all, and once you're done putting all the pieces back together, something else happens to make you pick up the pieces all over again and start over.
Every time you put yourself back together, you're still just as fragile as the first time you broke down. All the memories of the past don't go away, they just sit there, like the cracks in that not so perfect glass.
And so, when you delve deep into yourself, you see those cracks, those memories, and no matter if you're in one piece on the outside, you realize that it's only skin deep and that you're completely broken, and vulnerable to breaking again, on the inside.


So, back to square one.
I'm sitting here, typing, putting back the pieces of glass one by one.
I'm sitting here, in the dark, listening to Jimmy Eat World, reminiscing on the past all the while trying to get a handle on the future.

I sit here.
Typing out all my emotions as if the internet were my therapist.
I sit here.
Typing out all my emotions after my life long neighbor decided not to respond to my wall post on Facebook.

Oh, how the internet can mask emotions.




till next time.
take care.