Heartbroken

Alrighty, time for another one of Julia's extremely conceited rants. Get ready, because I'm feeling especially heartless today.

I've been in the position of the lover left pining in the distance. In fact, a few of my friends are right there right now. Everyone's been there, and everyone knows the way you get there. Things ended too soon and one of you just can't let the good times go. So what do you do? You obsess, that's what. You replay every little moment again and again because it makes you smile, but what you don't realize is that what you're actually doing is just breaking your own heart more and more. A heart can only take so much before it shatters to the point that no one can fully glue it back together.

You pining masses have become emotional crack addicts. You keep doing what you do because it makes you feel better, but afterwards you feel even worse than ever. Again, I know how it is, because I've been there. (Not a crack addict, mind you, the other part) See once you get to that point, you have several options:
1) Keep on keeping on. The memories and sadness become a vicious cycle and you just spiral.

2) Attempt to forget everything. What never happened can't hurt you, right?

3) Admit defeat and march towards the light.

Now, usually I'm a pretty sympathetic person, I'm good at the whole empathy thing too. But honestly, for those who stay stuck in option #1, where there hell is your instinct for self preservation? You're just making shit worse for yourself, and you know that moping around feeling sorry for yourself helps absolutely no one. At all. In any way, shape, or form. Plus, there's the fact that after a while, no one even feels sorry for you or wants to lend an ear to you because it just gets annoying to have to listen to the same thing time and again. I'm being a blunt bitch, I know :/

For those who choose option #2, where the hell is your grip on reality? Trying to unwrite events that have happened is not only completely and irrevocably impossible, but a waste of time and possibly detrimental to your own psychological health.

What I honestly can't wrap my head around is why people obsess over the past. I have nothing against reflection, or learning the lesson, or whatever, and reminisscing is fine. But obsessing over the past as if constantly thinking about it would change it? Now that stirkes me not only as a waste of time, but a waste of emotional energy that you could be putting into future relationships. Fuck it, maybe I'm an optimist, but I just don't see the poit of letting your regrets consume you.

I feel like a completely insensitive person for thinking like that, but someone tell me I don't have a point.