Circle of Trash

by Trashy Circle 9 months ago in breakups

Every time you go out with friends and meet a human being either in the club (which, by the way, I think is the worst place where you can find someone great, or at least that what my experiences say) or in a coffee house, the circle has just begun again. Yes, we called it a CIRCLE OF TRASH.

Circle of Trash

Isn’t it great feeling, free from the crying and the ugly looks at the mirror with a messy hair, stains of the coffee you probably took three days ago and those pajamas that we only use in those cases where someone just TRASHED US DOWN.

Every time you go out with friends and meet a human being either in the club (which, by the way, I think is the worst place where you can find someone great, or at least that what my experiences say) or in a coffee house, the circle has just begun again. Yes, we called it a CIRCLE OF TRASH.

We can explain in easy lines what a COT is. Just met someone that seems great. It feels breath taking having good morning texts, an awesome lunch call, and a countless dinner time with this mysterious guy. Time keeps on going and you feel he’s the one. You have shared enough time and fluids (yeah it sounds gross, but let's be honest with ourselves) and yet the good morning texts start to disappear. Then you are the only lunch caller and there is where trash starts growing and we can not stop the wheel.

Girls, let's be straightforward in this specific time, we start to act as desperate as a sixty-year-old single living with eight cats and smelling of cigarettes when this moment arrives into our life. And by this moment I refer to the one we don’t want to realize that HE IS NOT THE ONE, or let's call it differently, he’s the one who starts the TRASH WHEEL and we don’t want that. Then we start asking the girlfriend we have of what to do. I don’t know why do we do this if she said something we always go all the way around. GIRLS we seriously have to stop begging for time or what is even worse, wasting OUR PRECIOUS TIME.

Afterwards that dark period of our existence arrives, the precious mysterious TRASH WHEEL starter writes you, because at this time they don’t have the willpower to tell you that you are not the one they are looking for. They want to be free or the worst move they can use, the “I’m not prepared for a relationship right now” one. So you drop your boundaries and start accepting the TRASH WHEEL to be part of your daily life, so you accept being an option or being a late night call for cuddles. DON’T EVER ACCEPT THIS as time-shared, we deserve better. I know we will accept this, but I’m trying to do my best here.

Then your brain starts being senseless and your self-esteem goes to the lowest level ever. Am I ugly? Am I not enough women? Am I not good in bed? All of those stupid questions get in our mind like a nightmare and they follow you like zombies. And if that’s not enough we start to get ADDICTED TO SOCIAL MEDIA to check what are they doing, and guess what? You are losing your time because they are doing just GREAT without you.

Now that you realize that you are being a stalker and that you are being a pathetic person you stand up and decide to break up with the TRASH WHEEL because the starter is just in the past. Stand up means GET CLEAN, because you had just spent all of your time tracking someone, drinking coffee so you don’t miss any event in your emergency pajamas. Get that shower that is being asked by your unconscious you deep inside you. We should let our unconscious version become part of our actual life more often though. You look at the mirror and you look just great without that TRASH WHEEL by your side, you don’t stink. You are ready to call some friends and go out and start again the CIRCLE OF TRASH.

PD: I know you were hoping a closure with fairy tales and pink lemonades. But let's be honest we need those TRASH WHEELS so we learn what do we actually want in our life and what we don’t. We are strong enough to survive to this. So, get into your best outfit and look forward to the next TRASH WHEEL starter.

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