How cool is she…

The post was supposed to be called “But you don’t give a fuck”, I saw the live version of this song and….

I want to attend their concert.

I’m watching this video and goosebumps are running down my skin as if I’m somewhere out there, listening to these songs live…I just have to buy their merch. For now, let’s get back to the present. But let’s get back to our topic.

As with depression, there are certain stages in ending communication. Now I’m at the stage where you “still update the page, but what if…” – it suddenly happened yesterday, when I received the first comment in three days. Not surprising, because it was the only comment left, and it wasn’t on Deviant. It’s not really important. I’m going about my daily business, as you can see from the previous post (two), I haven’t abandoned creativity, I’m still doing it. I’m considering all the pros and cons. There are moments when you realize that it’s neutral. I guess my pluses, my minuses, both from the presence and the absence of communication. I would jokingly call all this “The Experience of Failed Expansion into Poland”. But we’re talking about people, not cynicism. Although I can be quite cynical when I’m hurt.

In general, the person (in himself) didn’t do anything. That is, he just dropped out of communication for a few days. Or maybe something happened to her? In such cases, I always make a “positive” bet that something happened to her loved ones and the person will be able to tell me something about “what a bastard you are, this happened to me, and you!..now I understand everything about you..” – but no.

Yesterday she replied as if nothing had happened. That is, she does not know that we are no longer “friends” and that our communication has been reset. Usually this indicates how interested the person was in that communication. And this in itself is an indicator of how much you are (not) necessary for the person. Why am I writing all this? Well…first of all, it is a train of thought. I became interested in what happens in my life when communication breaks off like this.

Friendship and love are united by one thing – someone is always “friends” more than the other. In this case, I needed it more than she did. That is why we are now in the place we are in. There is nothing wrong with this or my fault. I just trust people, I just get screwed every time with a ratio of somewhere around 30-40 to 60-70. That is, 30-40% is someone else’s fault, and 60-70% is mine. This is normal, probably why I accept the pain caused by the situation, but I don’t lose heart, because I understand that it was not up to me. You can give a person the whole world, but if they have matches in their pocket – be sure that they will burn this world down at the first opportunity. So we just do our business, write posts, do creativity and wait for it all to end. I don’t think she will be remembered anywhere else. Or she will be remembered after too much time, when it will no longer matter at all. Probably for the better. Less doubts…