How To Break Up: With Kindness
Nobody Remembers
This is just a short memory, of something that happened to me in college. I was great friends with a young boy in my Mythology class. He was from the East, really smart, and only came to the midwest to take a few courses. We became good friends. Very innocent lovers actaully. Never got pass the kissing stage but we were best buds. He seemed to be very romantically involved, more so than me really.
When the course was over, we were out walking in the woods, and all of a sudden he said “I hate you.”
I was like WHAT? I fell down, acually sat down in the dirt and said, “No you don’t, why are you saying that?”
It was very hurtful, I started to cry, and then he repeated it again, like he was breaking up with me by telling me...he hated me, which of course we both know wasn’t true. He could have just said, hey, I have to go back up East. I have to finish my education. Why not just tell the truth? What’s with this “I hate YOU” stuff?
WHY he thought this was a good way to break it off, I have no idea, but it wasn’t funny. Now when I look back upon the memory I guess he thought it was the kind way to do it.
LOL. Kids.
Recently, my girlfriend was dating this guy, and she was pretty excited to see him again and then one day, he called her up and said. “I can’t see you anymore because the road to your house will be too dangerious in winter to drive up.” LOL I’m sorry we both got a big kick out of this one.
“Why didn’t he just tell you the truth?” I said. “I mean, just say, hey, I don’t think we are a good fit or something.”
She had no idea, but she thought he was gutless.
So guys, when you break up with a girl, it’s kinder to tell the truth rather than say something stupid.
Just saying. Just be nice enough, and she will have much fonder memories of you. And girls, you do the same.
Truth is always better than excuses of whatever comes to your head. Be kind. The world is hard enough.
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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