Waaaay back, in the mists of time, I seem to recall something like this happening to me. It was a big deal then, but it wasn't for long I don't think. Well, it WAS a long time ago. I know that booze and mournful music got me through the worst of it, heh heh. Nothing like a bit of Morrissey to cheer you up, 😛.
But then you get older, and you're not quite so intense when it comes to women. And suddenly they're crying down the phone at you for hours on end, and shouting, and then sobbing "I need you", and then screaming "I HATE YOU!!", and blubbing again. And you just feel bewildered. And then you realise that YOU'RE the Shredder!
But you don't care.
Well you DO, kinda. But it gives you some perspective on what your friends must've thought of you all those years ago, lol.
Originally posted by PBE6I don't know if it's good news or bad , but it does grow back and you'll be wise/dumb enough to do it all again .
Thanks for the kind words, y'all.
Getting your heart shredded hurts worse than anything I know. I've had it ground down, cut, shriveled, rearranged, burst, and splattered - but nothing beats a good shredding.
Why ? The same reason this old one's funny - Why do men name their penis ? They don't want a stranger making their decisions for them .
