Dylan Vs. A Short [Unfinished] Guide To Love And Despair
So earlier this year I started writing a piece for Shithouse Showcase as part of a ‘1000 Words’ theme. Due to time commitments I only ever made it to 200 or so words. But yet due to changing views and circumstances, finishing this now would require a partial rewrite and be slightly disingenuous. So anyway, here it is in its extremely unfinished state.
Having your heart broken is an incredibly melodramatic and self indulgent experience, but with that being said, so are most aspects of love. I’m sure most who have experienced romantic turmoil would struggle reminiscing about the aftermath without some sense of personal shame. Because let’s face it, in this world that we live in, displays of emotion are generally frowned upon and should be kept close to the chest, or discard of them all together.
The effects of heartbreak, like most things, differ from person to person, but in my experience resulted in a fair bit of personal change. After all the shameful moping, I decided to channel whatever bizarre emotions I was experiencing out into the world. I lead girls on, I thrived off the attention from the fairer sex. I deserved this. Well that’s what I told myself. But alas, doing wrong upon others that have done you know harm is nowhere near as fun as I had once imagined. In fact if anything, it made me feel worse.
