Breakups are extremely hard to get over. Those people who have been through it know exactly how hard it is. But I’m not going to talk about break ups today or rather share with you how to get over it by highlight a very simple analogy which happened to me today.
Why are Breakups Hard?
It is because you are attached to this person 24 hours 7 days a week. Your mind, your body and 5 senses are alike microscopic organisms diffusing right through the pores of your very skin reminding you the existence of this person you wish to forget. Every breath you take, an alarming pain of the past stings you from head to toe – not exactly that refreshing.
Oh, not forgetting your tear ducts and your body clock seemed to malfunction causing you to hibernate in a cocoon unable to communicate with another. You wonder what you did to make God put you in such a situation – your mind goes on in an endless trail finding an answer to why things ended.
Do you hate this person? In fact, you don’t. You still love this person to bits don’t you? But the only truth there is left now is that everything is over. What do you do now? The other light which you used to trust is now shattered and will not rekindle again.
How do you end this nightmare?
My Phone = My Boyfriend
My phone, to be exact the contents in my phone, and my SIM card are the things I hold close to my heart. My relationship with my phone? It dates all the way back to 2002. My attachment to my phone? I sleep with it every night and it wakes me up. When I’m lonely, I’d touch it’s body and it will find my friends for me. My phone is like a part of me and I’ve customized it to suit my needs. A cellphone is something you will definitely bring along with you if you go anyway.
The contacts I have in my phone are plentiful. Once lost, getting all of them back may be impossible because I have foreign numbers stored. The meaningful messages I received from my friends in the past are irreplaceable. (sounds familiar?) Never have I misplaced my phone before (never say never) and why now? At this crucial time? Who will wake me up now? That familiar ringtone will no longer be around me anymore.
For 7 years I was attached to the dust I kept in my phone. No backup. Without warning and due to my carelessness, I lost it. Its a sickening feeling that something so familiar and comfortable will never be back in my life again. Similarly, its the over attachment to things or even living things that will make us cranky if we lose them.
Do you see the similarity?
The Solution?
You will do the obvious, wouldn’t you? If you lose your wallet, you’d replace any lost cards and tell yourself that the cash was no big deal. Naturally, when you lose a phone, you buy a new one. Hopefully having a new one, you will learn to love and not to lose it again in the future.
So when your heart is broken, what do you do? Buy a new one!
What I suggest is to try you best to replace the “microscopic organisms” your body was used to. It may not be the same but just like losing my phone. I will never get it back again. Your lost love will never come back again. Embrace your new heart and wait for the surprises it brings!
Guess what? The delivery man just sent me my new SIM card! Hence, my “replacement” of attachments shall begin tonight.
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Singaporeans are getting more and more dishonest. I don’t know why. But what goes around comes around. Perhaps that bitch sold my phone to help pay her grandma’s hospital bills. If that is the case, I will forgive her.
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Another lingering thought. I have always wondered why Frida always loved Diego… That old man cheated on her (countless of times)! How could a woman love someone who betrayed herself so many times? Yet she waited for him… even to her death bed. Oh well, at least in the end he was with her… =/
Another bizarre thought – what would you do if you found out that your best friend slept with your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse? Que rare! Amazingly, different people have told me different answers!
Life is funny. It gets interesting by the second and by the minute. Losing my phone is one of those instances.