I'm hearing a lot of people talk about they want to get back with their ex's. I must admit that I too am victim of these somewhat intrusive thoughts and feelings. Its only natural that when in search of a new love you think about the old and compare the potential to the dieing or deceased present affections. You want to know right then and there, what's better, what's worse, what makes sense, and what won't ultimately leave you in that elusive medical anomaly known as love. But in the end, is going back worth it?
Day by day I become more of a firm believer that EVERYTHING happens for a reason. From missing your train to the fly that whizzes right into your eye as if it was trying to tunnel into your iris, EVERYTHING happens for a reason.
Lets analyze the possibilities for a second. Walking down the street on a sunny but mellow afternoon, sweet smells of industry rolling by at every minute. Suddenly you happen to come across the embodiment of what you instantly to believe to be your future spouse. You automatically don't break stride, you even put a little pep in your step to be noticed. They look in your direction, you manage to let out a smirk and lock eyes, just when you're about to open your mouth a little wider to reveal those pearly white the loudest, hairiest, and directed flies you've ever seen or heard of in your life whizzes from behind your head and tries to enter your ocular cavity on a mission to get to the banana you just had for lunch. This instantly sends you into a quick and potentially violent spasm for all innocent bystanders with your arms flailing in the air and your body ducking and dodging the fly like you were trying to miss a few quick hooks from "Iron" Mike Tyson. Your spouse takes on a strange and yet horrified out face as if seeing the infamous '2 Girls, 1 Cup' vid on the internet and proceeds to quickly walk in the opposite direction. Now I can see how this may sound as an incredibly humiliating and a future reason to see psychiatric help but what you DIDN'T know, was the vanishing spouse at first sight you've seen has an abusive domestic history and recently contracted HIV in a psychotic revenge plot to take down their ex. Now had it not been for the fly, you might have been involved with their deceptive, charming, crazy, deranged self :-).
This brings me to my other point, missing the train. Now I can relate this to last summer while coming back from a job interview and seeing some friends. I remember it was sooo HOT I could've sworn I saw the devil walking around naked with a paper fan. I mean I was sweating bullets and wearing a black suit with some slacks, my legs were sweated, my dress shirt was dampened, I probably smelled dingy, BUT I LOOKED GOOD DAMMIT! So I was supposed to meet my friend at the subway station so we could go out, have drinks and just chill for the rest of the evening, something that I was looking forward to more and more and the day backed my brown booty. I was running to the train, on the Red Line for all you DC Natives, and I was at Wheaton Station and I missed the train by seconds. Frustrated I had to wait, and the next train came along as usual. Mind you, this was RUSH HOUR, it was hot just being in a crowd let alone the sun. The train loaded and proceeded on, we were stopped shortly there after, and we waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. First we were told that a train had stopped ahead. Later we were told someone may or may not have fallen on the track. Ultimately we were told there was a collision between two trains, and we were either going to have to wait even longer or find a way to unload. We managed to get out of the tunnel and make it to the next station where I later had to make accommodations to meet my friend.
What am I trying to say? Do I even have to say it? EVERYTHING happens for a reason! I can't stress that enough. I could've been seriously hurt on that train or worse. And the other story, although fictitious was also something that could've happened to anyone, anytime anywhere. Getting back to my point and main topic of discussion: If you're done with something or someone, or it doesn't work out in the long run, it has happened and happened to you for a reason. I'm not saying I wouldn't go back this instant or if either way is a right or wrong decision, in the end is it worth going back? A situational question for a situational answer I suppose. How I feel: everyone comes in your life is either a seasonal occupant or a permanent resident. Its all a matter of choice, but it is all already been planned out, you can't change what has happened, but you can certainly make better out of what will happen. SO, if you want that old thing back, polish it up a bit or let it breath so you don't end up with the same end result which is the two of you not being together. Or if you're as strong as you claim your love to be, let them go so they can be happier without you than they seemed to be with you. Both are STRONG gestures in themselves whether they know you this was your intention or not. But you really should think of them as a person, or their overall happiness and well-being, BEFORE you conclude that you really do "Want That Old Thing Back...."
Just a suggestion, lol.
