Attachment at First Sight

I think love is bullsh*t.

Once upon a time, I wrote a phrase that it’s now floating around somewhere in the Twitterverse, and on the site, and it essentially said not to write your life plans with champagne hangs. Well, here I am today, literally champagning my way through. I am champagne-saturated still from the New Year phase (such a twisted phase), telling you something that you probably already know anyways: and that is…LOVE is overrated.

Okay, fine; it’s sweet and cute and the whole Disney’ed yards. But to quote our Sex & the City’s gal, Samantha Jones, “This love stuff is a motherphucker!”

I have questions. Why does it make you stupid? Why are they always on your mind? Why does it take an eternity to organically get over someone? Why the hell do you fall for the wrong ones?

You’d think I’m new to the game, but let’s just say I was asking myself the same questions some 20-something years ago. My sister was an angel. She tried to knock some sense into me when I was fifteen and told me that one day I won’t think about that person anymore. She said, “one day, you won’t even remember who they were.” I wanted to believe her, but the feeling in my heart (as we like to call it) wasn’t buying it. And I was right. Years later, I’m still puzzled by the mystery that is attachment at first sight.

I know none of you can accurately answer my questions, but I thought I’d write about it anyway because there are billions of us on this planet, and I know I can’t be the only fool feeling this way about love tonight.

And can we just talk about how on earth you have no say on the matter? That should be illegal. Mother Nature needs to be arrested — or do something about that! Why do we fall for the wrong people all the damn time? I think the love life got it right once for me…ONCE. The rest is sh*t. How can this be? (That’s another question, by the way.)

If you read my blog posts, you’ll see that, historically, I’m that person who usually has something positive to say at the end of every thought. I’m the girl who sees the light at the end of the tunnel and wants to pass the message on to the world. But, honestly, not today.

Today I want to feel no pressure. Today I want to be okay with not believing in this thing called love. Today I just want to be heard and relate. Today…I want to feel nothing at all.

Is that you?

xo