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While it is a profession that I despise, I must admit that it is quite interesting.  It never ceases to amaze me how gargoobled letters, symbols and numbers can produces something as beautiful as this: 

In reality, my eyes know that this beautiful beach is nothing more than the mess of characters in the source code above.  Isn’t this though, the reality of life?  I know that I can present a pretty glossy exterior when MOST of the time, I’m a MESS just below the surface.  I’m a tangled weave of gargoobled intellect, fears and emotions.

So are these women…

It’s too bad you can’t read someone’s source code to find out what they are really about before you allow them into your world.  I’m often too trusting of a person and allow the wrong people to get inside my secure little realm of existence.  I tend to believe that everyone is truly good and kind at the core of who they are and everyday that happy little fantasy is shattered more and more.  It’s a sad realization that there are some people who, if given the option of a “Make Your Life Wonderful” button  and a “Make Your Life Miserable” button they will choose to make you miserable every single time.

What kind of friend are you?  Which button do you choose to push?

She is dumbfounded. “Why??? I love you!”

He lists reasons after reasons of why they have no future together and she fails to understand. She knows the relationship has flaws; it’s painfully obvious. Regardless, she loves him and can’t imagine life without him. Moreover, she can’t imagine anyone else being able to love him the way that she can. She cries. She falls apart. And then she goes Glenn Close on his ass.

She calls. She texts. She MySpaces everyone he’s ever known. She hacks his email. She waits outside of his work. She threatens to harm herself if he doesn’t come back to her. She can’t leave the obsession alone. If she gives up, how will she ever convince him to be with her?

For the life of me, I cannot wrap my brain around the psycho-ex-girlfriend phenomenon. I’ve witnessed it, I’ve been a victim of it but I could NEVER IMAGINE living it. This is not just a female thing either, although we’re probably more relentless, crafty and devious about it. There are plenty of nutso-ex-boyfriends as well.

I don’t want to discredit the pain of being rejected; it’s awful, almost unbearable. It is certainly enough to make you lose your mind. When the person that your life revolves around is suddenly gone your world crumbles, your sanity is rocked to the core and you feel as though you will never be a complete person again. I get it.

BUT.

Is acting like a straight-jacket candidate really the best way to win your lovers heart back? Really?

I mean, nothing says “I love you” like a dead bunny in a boiling pot, right?

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Has this ever happened to you???

Have you ever been the psycho-ex???