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Write about a time you broke a Bone/Heart/Law/Promise. In fact, I couldn't recall having broken a bone, definitely none of my own. My sister says we are steel-boned...I would call it overly careful. No, that is not true. As children we were quite reckless and risk-taking; however, I think injuring yourself too often and severely might indicate a lack of risk management. Knowing your borders and abilities is part of taking a risk and although I have climbed about a thousand trees in my life, I never fell off them because I wasn't stupid enough to miscalculate whether I could jump that far (I couldn't) or whether climbing a wet tree is a good idea (it isn't). I once nearly got my finger tip torn off due to a nasty fight with my sister which ended with my finger being squeezed by the door, but that pretty much covers it. I have, however, broken a heart, apparently. Talking about this is really not easy for me as I truly behaved like a proper bitch, so feel free to judge, prejudice and condemn me for this. When I was sixteen I had my first boyfriend and, as I have seen with many people, he was more a means to an end than true love. I was sixteen, had never had a boyfriend and felt ugly and rejected when he came along. Gladly, I fled into our relationship, only to not be the "virgin" anymore (we didn't sleep with each other, I am talking metaphorically here). However, after not even four months, I got bored and wanted out of the relationship, but lacked the ability and respect to end it gracefully. In fact, I did the worst I could have done. After "forgetting" the roses he had bought me at his place, I ended the relationship over the phone (I am talking text message here, not even a call) and I had already arranged a date with another guy at that point (Oh my God, I was awful, if you should ever read that, old boyfriend, I am so sorry). I thought we had separated unanimously, but months later one of my friends told me he had been crying after I had split up with him and so all I can say is this: Teenagers are idiots and I certainly one when I did that and I am truly, truly sorry for having broken your heart at that point. Hm, I am a generally boring, law-abiding person, so I couldn't remember when I broke the law unless cheating at school counts as breaking the law. I definitely break promises regularly, which is bad, I know. It's just that I sometimes promise something either too quickly or when I am in a good mood, but the closer it gets to fulfilling the promise, the more eagerly I look for excuses not to fulfill it. Generally, I think we promise too much. "I promise I will stay in touch", "I promise I will call you every week" "I promise we will stay together for ever"... In fact, we cannot foresee the future and therefore will never be able to really promise something we not be forced to break at some point. I feel promises are more for your own reassurance than for really keeping something up. I know that when I promise specific people to call them more often or to meet regularly, I already know when uttering my promise that I won't keep it. Why then say it? Something I - and I am sure other people - could work on.
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