Letting go

You know, today I just felt like writing a blog. Finally had something to talk about. Its not the best thing, but its better than nothing.
I’ve realised lately just how stupid it is to be living in the past, to not move on from something. Now, this has not been from my personal experience. No, this is me looking at another person, wondering just how they live their life if they’re so caught up in the past. Now, people may be getting the wrong idea already. I am not saying that I think it is completely wrong to remember the past, and alter your life because of it. It is completely healthy to learn from your mistakes, to remember the past. Healthy. Its like the fresh fruit for the soul. However, some people have been having too much junk food.
I think you reach a certain point when years later, you still cannot get over such a small thing, that barely could have had impact on your life. Sure, I could understand if it was a large thing, having trouble getting over it. That I would accept. However when something small and insignificant gets in the way of you living your life, and you just can’t move on, I think there’s a problem there.
Especially if you make it a problem. Some people won’t realise they can’t move on until in a movie like moment, the faithful friend makes them realise in a swell of theme music, that they have shaped their lives around one moment, and this is where they change, and live happily ever after. However, some people decided to feed off this moment, and force themselves not to live on. Call me a bitch, but I think this is the height of stupidity. I mean, its one thing having a miserable life, its an entirely different thing when you make it miserable. For one you get different sympathy from me. If you’re an idiot and feel like making yourself miserable, don’t expect me to put a band-aid on your boo boos. Seriously, I have no tolerance for people who make themselves miserable, especially if they are doing it purely to make me feel bad. It doesn’t make me feel bad, it only makes me realise there even more stupid than I thought they were.
People just need to learn to move on. Leonardo Da Vinci may have made a mistake on the Mona Lisa, but he moved on. Alright, so he started cutting up dead bodies, but that’s ok. At least he moved on. I understand it can be hard, trust me, I myself find it hard to move on. But I don’t let it interfere with my everyday life. When you do, you have a problem. Lots of problems.
There are certain things people can’t move on from. There are shades of grey to my views. I understand that a lot of people can’t move on, and some people have had tragedies in their lives that are perfectly good reasons for me to chuck this rant out the window. I don’t have a problem with people who legitimately have a reason to be miserable, to alter their lives because of an event. However when, for example, your girlfriend of 2 dates breaks up with you, and 2 or 3 years later your still moping about it, causing yourself to be miserable, not moving on, then you really have a pickle. That’s when I suggest seeing someone about your problems. But in fact, I have no sympathy at all for these people. None, because its stupid. It’s the epitome of stupidity. Because while your trying to make other people feel miserable, your not realising that your making yourself miserable in the process. And I guess it does make me feel sad. Not sorry for you, but sad that there is still that kind of stupidity in a world where were meant to be advanced. Shows my expectations of the human race are a little too high.