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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Red-eyed monster: Friend or Foe?

I know virtually no one reads this blog anymore, but I have a question for the world, anyway.

There's a phenomenon that most folks are aware of and nearly everyone goes through. It's the thing that happens when you're feeling a little bit down--you start to long for happier times. This inevitably leads your mind to think about an ex. You start to miss him/her, wonder what he/she is up to, and think you really screwed things up before, so you want to give it another chance. I'll call this the red-eyed monster--you feel down and vulnerable, so your mind tricks you into thinking you want to be with someone. It's usually where booty calls come from, or even leading people to try to get back together.

So here is my question. When a certain ex keeps invading your thoughts, how can you tell if you truly do miss him and want to be with him, or if it's just the red-eyed monster trying to trick you? I know of lots of people who try to get back together with exes. Sometimes it fails miserably, and sometimes it actually works out--maybe the timing wasn't right the first time, they managed to work out their issues, etc. When people seek an old flame, why is it sometimes romantic and sometimes pathetically desperate?

Just wondering.

Trying to stay positive,
Skeptic


1 comment:

  1. I think it's very common to reminisce, especially when you are in a long bout of singlehood (like I am) about an ex. Even the ex is the one who ended it and not you, it's hard not to idealize the past sometimes. I'm not sure how to get past it, but when I catch myself feeling wistful, I remind myself of all the bad things about him, the red flags, and how much misery I saved myself in the long run.

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