It's Not You, It's Me

My dear,

While it is certainly true that things go infinitely more smoothly with you, that doesn’t nearly make up for your serious flaws. And while it’s also true that I’ve seriously almost walked out of the room because of how difficult my new lover can be, these instances are the minority and this would never be enough for me to dread seeing them like I dread seeing you.

While I can hear all the experienced (jaded) lovers in the world telling me in unison “Yeah, it’s easy to say that, you’ve been with your exciting lover for a grand total of 3 months, you’re young and idealistic, and you know this is not permanent. Try doing it for 30 years and see how it wears on you.”

Maybe that’s a valid point. I’ll never know.

What I do know is that you are cold and lifeless, you have no personality (or are too well-behaved/conditioned to show it), your friends are oblivious and have seriously misplaced priorities, and every meeting with you is generally predictable and unstimulating. I’m generally disinterested and detached when I’m with you, because there’s no room for anything else; it seems completely inappropriate to have a personality or joke around when no one else is doing it.

My new lover is full of personality, quirks, and life. Everything about them is much more genuine and sincere. New Lover’s friends are much less inhibited, way more down to earth, and, in short, everything is much more real.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not Romanticizing New Lover (well, maybe a little). There are definitely serious flaws, and there is also a quite a bit of sadness, but this only adds to the ‘realness’, and honestly, makes the whole experience much more grounded, healthy, and satisfying. And despite the fact that there are often some communication difficulties, I feel like the interactions are much more fulfilling than anything I could ever have with you.

And for all of New Lover’s flaws, I’ve yet to be bored with them. I can’t stand to be bored, and I’m not only bored with your conversations and friends, but I’m bored with you. Bored with the atmosphere, and bored with your lack of enthusiasm and life.

I want to connect with you, but it’s not happening; you just won’t let me.

My dear, Academic School, as you may have suspected by now, I’m breaking up with you. I’ve found someone better. Someone with a personality. Someone who doesn’t bore me to tears. Yes, my new lover Technical High School can be difficult at times, but I prefer difficulty over total lifelessness. Though we have to continue to see each other, let’s keep up the façade, purely for the sake of professionalism, OK?


Sayonara,

Yours Truly


P.S. You left a pair of shoes and your toothbrush here. If you want to pick them up, they’ll be with the doorman.