So this weekend i went hiking and white water rafting with brandon. We hiked to a waterfall called Abrahms Falls; secretely i was hoping it was as isolated and serene as the one at Oak Mountain. There were lots of people there which makes it hard to commune with nature and think. We camped and the rafting was awesome, i was even invited to train with the guides next spring to become a rafting guide myself! Anywho, the topics of conversation for most of the weekend betwixt brandon and myself were sex and relationships. We talked a lot, got a lot off of our chests ... still i feel a lack in resolution. I keep asking myself, "So, if everything is rationally thought out and determined to be for the better... why is my heart being this little fascist emo piece of shit inside me that won't let me forget about Jessica. I awoke this morning after having a very unpleasant dream about jessica. The dream is not the important part, the fact that i am still having them is. I feel like i'm lost because in all good logic, jessica and i aren't the best matches for each other and many other such statements can be made about specific pieces of personalities between us... but yet my heart won't let me forget. An added bonus to the confusion is the fact that (in jessica's words) "We weren't even that serious". was i inadvertantly looking at things as being more serious than they were...? Maybe it's one of those things you'll never understand. I saw a quote in Jodi's away message on AIM it was from Thoreau: "The heart is forever inexperienced."
In the line of behavior that is characteristic of me, i will postulate a paradigm of how this kind of emotional poo happens: Perhaps there is some kind of structural framework set up in the limbic system (the emotional brain) when we are infatuated with someone. Each time we attach ourselves emotionally to someone, there is a mental scaffolding set up. The more unique the person is, the stronger the scaffolding. When things come to an end the limbic system resists getting rid of the scaffolding. And to use logic to tie all this in, since the limbic system is a completely separate entity from the where your logical thought comes from, logical thinking cannot get rid of the scaffolding. Until you find someway to dispose of this emotional scaffolding seemingly full of only pleasant memories, you will be stuck in the paradox of knowing logically things won't work, while being assaulted with anything from thoughts of regret, to a dream, to a tear during a song. I'm still waiting on that last one. Hell i would take just one at this point.
Here is a bit of that little fascist emo piece of shit inside me speaking out. I don't know where all this comes from and why breakups are unpleasant, but one day it'll all be behind me.
That blonde was the first of them,
So unique and wearing small socks,
I'm lost in this discombobulation,
Wanting to escape from my paradox.