Love is Like a Lawnmower...
My freshman year of college, I had English Comp II every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My english instructor was the type to have notes all over the board when you walked in and the best way to piddle through class without actually learning anything was to copy them all down before he erased it all and began writing the exact same thing for the his third run of the same lesson that day.
One Friday I walked into his classroom, ten minutes earlier as usual, and the only thing written on the board was in big letters. It said "Love is like a lawnmower..." I was puzzled by this, because 1. I had never heard love compared to a lawnmower EVER in my life and because 2. this was so uncharacteristic of my professor.
I sat puzzled trying to think of how love could be like a lawnmower and even went as far as to google it, still finding minimal results.When my instructor walked in that day the first thing he asked us was how we thought love was like a lawnmower. The old creepy guy across the room said "because once we get sick of them, we go out and get a new one." At the time it seemed crude and not particularly humorous. (it could help that I was entirely too creeped out over this guy because he used to stare at me in class). Now that I look back on it, the humor doesn't really shine through, but the point does.
Love is like a lawnmower, because when it's not working, you have to try something else.
My freshman year of college, I had English Comp II every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My english instructor was the type to have notes all over the board when you walked in and the best way to piddle through class without actually learning anything was to copy them all down before he erased it all and began writing the exact same thing for the his third run of the same lesson that day.
One Friday I walked into his classroom, ten minutes earlier as usual, and the only thing written on the board was in big letters. It said "Love is like a lawnmower..." I was puzzled by this, because 1. I had never heard love compared to a lawnmower EVER in my life and because 2. this was so uncharacteristic of my professor.
I sat puzzled trying to think of how love could be like a lawnmower and even went as far as to google it, still finding minimal results.When my instructor walked in that day the first thing he asked us was how we thought love was like a lawnmower. The old creepy guy across the room said "because once we get sick of them, we go out and get a new one." At the time it seemed crude and not particularly humorous. (it could help that I was entirely too creeped out over this guy because he used to stare at me in class). Now that I look back on it, the humor doesn't really shine through, but the point does.
Love is like a lawnmower, because when it's not working, you have to try something else.
I've been thinking alot about past break-ups recently. Most of you who know me and have known me for many years know my boyfriend history. For those of you who don't, I'll help explain it a little. The two basic groups for me (as for most of you, probably) have been being the dumper or the dumpee.
Being the dumpee was in my earlier times of dating. Those were all my short week-month relationships. Being the dumpee always leaves me feeling like a clinger. I can never just let go. I can be such a sap. I'll listen to heart-breaking music and start reading/writing poetry and all that sad shit. I tried to guilt them into taking me back, saying they barely got to know me before they let me go. It never worked, I had no sense of charm back then. Being the dumpee was always rough. I was so melodramatic when I was young. I would stay cooped up in my room balling my eyes out writing in my "journal." I was in my early teens, give me a break. :P We all know adolescence is the hardest time.
Being the dumper is sometimes worse than being the dumpee. Then you've got the clinger I was once. The thing about dumping someone is it doesn't mean you don't love them anymore, it just means that it's not working. I don't think I understood that when I was the dumpee. Being the dumper when I was still in my 16, 17 stage was awful. I said silly things like "Maybe we'll get another chance." Now that seems so silly to say without believing it. Once, I was put in the situation where I had been dating a guy for a few months and wouldn't touch the "L word." When we broke up, he said it. "I love you." I said it back even though I didn't mean it. I figured "Where's the harm? I already said it was over." That was a huge mistake. I wouldn't do it again now no matter what.
Love is general is an intimidating thing. There's no drawn out, set line of what kind of love there is for different people in your life. It's got so many shades of gray, no one can figure it out.
Eventually though, It works out. You get it right.
I hope one day I'll finally get it right.
I think next time, I'll write a rant on the girl that got away.
So keep in touch.
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