Smoke and Mirrors
You can spend months, years even...longing for someone. Hoping for a phone call...a letter... a passing glimpse...
But the phone never rings, the postman shakes his head when he sees your hopeful face and your someone seems to have suddenly vanished into thin air.
The real irony of the situation is that when you finally get to a point in your life when you're ready to move on and close that chapter forever...you suddenly find yourself besieged with real life ghosts of the past...pulling pages out of your book and laying them out in front of you, forcing your past into your present.
It really makes me wonder...was it all coincidence or was it a well orchestrated plan? Think about it...men seem to have been born with an innate ability to sense the exact moment you have finished taping the pieces of your broken heart back together. As soon as they feel you starting to move on, they pick that exact moment to pull a Houdini and miraculously reappear in your life.
At some point you have to ask yourself, "Did he ever really give a damn or was it just a bunch of smoke and mirrors?"
posted by Lindsey @ 4/15/2006 07:59:00 PM
29 Comments:
I hear the formula goes like - its takes half of the time you spent with someone to get over them.
Why give him so much power over your life? You should be strong enough to reject him outright even if he showed up at your door begging. Hope you feel better.
Oh Linny....fate tempts those who tries to run away from it. Perhaps karma is such that the two of you still have some lingering fate, perhaps as friends. It is an amazing stroke of fate that two mere strangers can become aquainted with each other and develop relationships.
Flat out, that sucks!!
...we're kindred spirits....
It always does seem to work that way. You hold on just a little longer hoping all will work out. It doesn't work out so you begin the healing process with just a bit of hope still lingering in your heart. Finally, you get to the point of truly being okay without that someone in your life.
Then the phone rings. Or your email inbox has a new message. Or my personal favorite...you turn around in the book store and there he is, staring you right in the face.
Then we are knocked back several steps in the healing process. We begin wondering if it's because it is meant to be. We question if they we were really the jerk that we decided they were when we decided to get over them. And worse, we realize that we were never really over them to begin with or else we would have been able to say, "Nice to see you again. Hope your doing as well as me. Take care of yourself and buh-bye!"
Those damn Inevitables!
Outdoorsy Girl..you hit the nail on the head.
Don't do it.....
I know what you mean. But then, one day, something happens. You finally really do put yourself back together, because you're sick of being sad. And then you meet someone you never expect to meet. And you laugh with them and cry with them and when you look back again at what you used to long for, the only thing missing is the longing. Stay strong, Linny. And keep smiling. Life has a way of working out.
Me, I'm just curious sometimes...whatever happened to them?
men are psychic seducers.
When you finally do move on, you'll find someone great and wonder why you wasted so much of your life thinking about them and holding on to the past for so long. Well, hopefully you haven't been holding on too long because it truely is a waste of your life. There are great men out there and even if Mr. Right doesn't show up right away, you sure can learn alot from being in each relationship. GET OUT THERE AND LIVE YOUR LIFE!
so what are you going to do?
Men are idiots. Don’t give them credit for orchestrating anything larger than getting your panties off on Friday night.
Hope you can get past it.
Nobody is worth waiting forever, no matter how special they are.
It takes me two weeks to get over someone. At most.
I never intended on doing anything...this post was merely about an observation.
They say, whomever 'they' are, the past always revisits until it is has been dealt with.
Very well written, Linny, I'm was completely enthralled in this piece!
Me and a friend had a similar talk about this subject.
People who come back into your life....and then fade away again.
I dont understand this either.
The only thing I tell myself is, if it was meant to be, it would be.
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Hmm. Did they give a damn, or is all just smoke and mirrors?
Well...I like smoke. And mirrors are pretty cool.
So yeah: let's go with that one. ;)
Ha. I don't know...surely they give a damn. But don't sweat the past. You're way too good for that, Linny me girl. :)
Happy Monday!
~ Ash
eh. i figure they have to have given a damn, at some point. (how was that for some convoluted grammar? hee..) otherwise they wouldn't have been with us. but i've NEVER had it end up well when those inevitables come back and i give them second chances...
eeeeks, why do you torture yourself like that??? Come on girl, snap out of it!!!! You gotta keep moving FORWARD with a smile. :)
I don't know. But I think moving on is the best thing to do. But the mind games suck though.
Oy. I think you've perfectly articulated it.
Ugh!
I hate when I give people that much control of my feelings. They know they have it to.
Bin dere dun dat.
But I don't have a single word of wisdom to pass your way.
Wish I did...then I'd know too!
Linny,
We sometimes wonder the same thing about women.
Man.
Been there, done that, got the T-Shirt.
Amen sister - just as i was getting ready to leave and meet up with a new man - the man who ripped my heart and stomped on it called out of the blue.
GRRRR.
I'm starting to think I am writing your blog...or you are writing mine...or something. Seriously.
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