Now... I put my heart back out on my sleeve and it got poked. Not poked in a good way.
Since my heart has been out wandering around, it's grown... Maybe to a normal size heart. And now... It won't fit back in it's box.
That's fucking awesome.
It's just going to be out there on the loose getting poked, prodded, kicked, stepped on and gum stuck to its little heart shoes.
I have a good heart, I know that, that's why I've guarded it so closely... I suppose it's the rest of me that's not worthy.
How does one get their brain and their heart on the same plane?
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"How does one get their brain and their heart on the same plane?"
If you solve that mystery, you could be rich just from book sales.
I've had the opposite issue. I started off putting my heart on my sleeve to get mudstomped and now I am in the mindset I am ambivalent about dating. If I meet a great woman that's awesome but if it ends up just being a fling, oh well.
There's a bunch of complicated stuff we could discuss as to why our passions betray our rational thought but we could be here all night. We tend to neglect the deep sociological, environmental, cultural, end economic factors at play in the dating realm.
For example, our Capitalist culture leads to a self-centered worldview, so many people do an internal cost-benefit analysis based upon whether or not potential date will grant one's personal desires without consideration to that other person. Thus, someone may look at a potential date the way one looks for a new car.
There are plenty of other examples out there, but the bottom line is we are a selfish culture and the notion of a happily ever after fairytale ending we grew up with gave us unreasonable expectations about love and marriage.
We do spend a lot of time trying to find the "perfect person" and if we fall short, we try to modify the lover's shortcomings to meet our expectations.
Hey beautiful, are you feeling better yet?
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