Breaking up with someone sucks ass.

Okay lets jump past the whole drama singularity: the actual act of snapping your heart and theirs into 1 million unrecognizable pieces and look at post-breakup phenomeno… phenomanom… mystical stuff. What I like to call Emotional Land Mines. Its when you are constantly reminded of that person by small acts of memory triggers, such as a toy or a commercial or reaching across the couch and mistakenly, absent-mindedly taking your roommates hand while you watch TV. Yesterday I was walking through an emotional land mine field so dense that they were going off every minute or so, leaving me to sigh heavily and whispfully turn up my iPod to the saddest music I have (oh dont worry…I’ll post my song list when my emotional state gets worse…and it will). The Emotional Land Mine Fields size and density is proportional to the amount of time spent with your Ex. I suspect that since I was with mine for pretty much every day since Dec of last year, my Fields area will be small but the Mines will be extremely difficult to maneuver without blowing off my heart. The Triggers are like Viet Cong: blended well into the background that when you get close to one they jump out at you and plunge their pain encrusted dagger into your heart with a veracity that can rip tears from your eyes at the exact moment when your boss walks past your cube.

Whats even more pathetic is trying to use these emotional triggers again. I found myself typing an email yesterday and using a phrase that I would send my ex every so often and then writing out an explanation to the recipient as to why that phrase was funny. It sort of sounded like this blog post. Ah well…at least this is cathartic.