02 July 2007
♥ a pointless, yet poignant revelation.
Some of my readers may remember that by the time I returned from my adventure to the faraway land of Ye Olde British Isles, I was, to say the least, extemely burned out on the concept of the cathedral. Since I've returned, a number of instances, most of which shall remained undisclosed, have caught my attention and led me to the realization that cathedrals, in fact, are very much like men. (Or, if we're talking about the sort I've been dealing with, a very important distinction should be made: they are boys.)
In the beginning, of course, I was awed by the very idea of a cathedral. I'd never experienced anything quite like it, and I was taken aback by the years of history, the air of familiarity, and, most importantly, the breathtaking scenery. I was naive to begin with; but I soon learned a very important lesson:
All cathedrals are exactly the same. They may have different names and be built a little differently, they may come in all shapes and sizes and have different tapestries hanging from their walls, but once you finish with them, they're all the same. They're all just a bunch of stuffy old buildings; they have no secrets to offer, nothing new to say. They keep you long enough to make a buck, then spit you out into the gift shop and send you on your way.
So far, the men (er, boys) in my life have caused me nothing but heartache, and while no cathedrals broke my heart, by the ten millionth or so I was beginning to experience a permanent sense of soul-crushing boredom. The first one seemed great in the beginning, and ended up being a complete and total life ruiner. I fell pretty hard for the second, and he abandoned me when I needed him the most. The next lashed out when I needed a friend, the one after that never did call me back, and the list goes on and on.
In the end, while they may seem a little different at first, the newest one always appearing to be better than the last, the truth is that they're all the same. Some say all the right things for awhile, some tell you they love you, and the truth is they all just ditch you in the end because they're all looking for the same thing.
And no matter what you do, it's going to end the same way every time, whether you break it off or he does. No matter what you do, they always manage to fuck things up in the end. No matter what you do, heartbreak is inevitable, and the best advice I can think of is to just stay away from the lot of them.
In the beginning, of course, I was awed by the very idea of a cathedral. I'd never experienced anything quite like it, and I was taken aback by the years of history, the air of familiarity, and, most importantly, the breathtaking scenery. I was naive to begin with; but I soon learned a very important lesson:
All cathedrals are exactly the same. They may have different names and be built a little differently, they may come in all shapes and sizes and have different tapestries hanging from their walls, but once you finish with them, they're all the same. They're all just a bunch of stuffy old buildings; they have no secrets to offer, nothing new to say. They keep you long enough to make a buck, then spit you out into the gift shop and send you on your way.
So far, the men (er, boys) in my life have caused me nothing but heartache, and while no cathedrals broke my heart, by the ten millionth or so I was beginning to experience a permanent sense of soul-crushing boredom. The first one seemed great in the beginning, and ended up being a complete and total life ruiner. I fell pretty hard for the second, and he abandoned me when I needed him the most. The next lashed out when I needed a friend, the one after that never did call me back, and the list goes on and on.
In the end, while they may seem a little different at first, the newest one always appearing to be better than the last, the truth is that they're all the same. Some say all the right things for awhile, some tell you they love you, and the truth is they all just ditch you in the end because they're all looking for the same thing.
And no matter what you do, it's going to end the same way every time, whether you break it off or he does. No matter what you do, they always manage to fuck things up in the end. No matter what you do, heartbreak is inevitable, and the best advice I can think of is to just stay away from the lot of them.
7/02/2007
