I think uniquety was one of the words Shakespeare made that never caught on. Maybe I am just imagining it. Anyway, I was just thinking about an ex of mine. My latest battle scar, a young man with the mind of a child and the heart of a goat, but the money of an adult. I needed to buy some food the other day, and I saw his favourite soup was on offer. Mentally I debated, should I avoid anything that reminds me of him. But I took a step back and said "Don't let a fool stop you from making choices that could affect you for the better!" So I took that carton of soup from the refrigerated cabinet, and told the shop assistant I would be purchasing it at the reduced price!
I took it back to my shared kitchen and later on, with a bread roll, drank/ate the soup and several things ensued. I burnt my tongue because it was too hot. Also, I realised how bland it was. It made me laugh. My ex was a very bland person, who insisted on trying to be different. He has his own blog, which I just visited, and he uses long words he doesn't know the meanings to, and immature imagery. He's 5 years my senior but he writes like a 14 year old emo. I pity him, in his spoit child persona, but hating the world thinking it's done him some injustice. Maybe I am sad because I am writing this in a parody, styling my writing pretentiously and dwelling on the past. But sometimes, you need to just let your anger out, because even though I am fully over him, I am not fully over the pain I let myself succumb with him. I don't forgive myself yet, so maybe I just need to work out how to do that, and fully move on.
I didn't aim for this to be so serious, but maybe asking for help wouldn't be too outlandish?
P.s. This is the goddamn awful soup. I much prefer the chicken one, it's cheaper, tastier and altogether more meatier!