THE AFFLICTION PERIOD

So there I was, landing at Reagan National Airport once again with less than I had when I first left DC for California a year ago. In one hand was sixty-something pounds of clothes and books packed into a large suitcase. On my back was my laptop, along with a copy of “The Dictionary of Failed Relationships” stuffed in my backpack. In the other hand was the leftover pieces of my broken heart, falling through the cracks in between my fingers like a crumbled cookie. I tried to keep a straight face, convincing myself that everything happens for a reason. Maybe it was all to prepare me for something greater and more important. Maybe it was karma coming back around to attack me at the right time, for every bit of pain I caused to women of my past time.

With the return home came many emotions and stories of things I seen and experienced. I spent hours on the plane trying to figure out how I would get-over it all and move on to bigger things, and the only solution I could come up with was to write until there was nothing more to say. That would result in the set of entries listed below, which I would like to call my Affliction Period. I’m sure you can relate.

The problem with human beings today is that we are so afraid to admit when we lose, fail or fall on our faces in our pursuit of happiness. Life is not a competition of trying to upstage or outdo your enemies or ex lovers. I’d rather admit failure and continue on than lie and pretend on a social network, as if I’m a heartless robot that does not hurt. I’m human. I failed, I’ve lost and I’ve crapped out… but I’m back now, and the experience has made me stronger, wiser and more mature.

Let’s toast to the affliction period we all end up going through after losses and heartbreaks.

THE AFFLICTION PERIOD

1. LEUCOTOMY

2. LET’S PLAY PRETEND

3. MAYBE I SHOULD CALL

4. UNSENT LETTER

5. THE NIGHT YOU CALLED

Charlie Sheen once said: “The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don’t have one.” well I say this, to pretend is to act, and to act is to be an actor. Are we all actors now, running around playing roles and wearing costumes? I’d rather be human and take my losses like a man, let the wounds heal and get back to living life.

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