Stages of a Break Up:
  1. The period when things are great
  2. The period when things are not great
  3. The time when you "break up".
  4. The time when you realise you're not "together" anymore.
  5. The moment when you realise that your significant other is not coming back, and you'll have to get over them.
  6. The period when you genuinely feel the need to get over them.
  7. The period when you are over them, and it's finally over.
Repeat from stage one.


If you thought this was ending here, that's wishful thinking.

There's a lot you can tell from a person by seeing how long it takes them to move from stage to stage... it's actually like one of those fundamental human qualities that says a lot about a person and their personality.  Questions like this include, "what sort of music do you like?", or "what is your favourite movie?"

Just as a side-topic, a person must be able to see these questions as fundamental in order to show that they are analytical and progressing thinkers.  An example is one night, I was asked, "Would you fuck an Asian chick?"  I laughed and said, "It depends."  Now, I know that's a bad answer if taken at face value, and I didn't explain it until many months later.  This was one of those questions which say a lot about a person.  When I said that it depends, I actually was referring to the fact that I wouldn't care if a girl was Asian or not, I would not sleep with a girl simply because she was a particular race, nor would I not sleep with a girl because she was of a particular race.  In a full answer to that question, I answered, "I wouldn't sleep with an Asian girl.  Nor a European or Australian or caucasian girl."  Why not?  Because (at the time, *sigh* *shiver* *moan* *whimper*, so much has changed *tear!*) I was emotionally attached to another.  [In case you are not capable of reading as to why this is a fundamental question, it is a character test to discern whether or not you are discriminatory.]

Anyway, back to reality... I really should explain this a little better... last night I slipped into stage five, and it was an overwhelming burden to fall on someone - especially in a nightclub.  I've been in stage four for about three months now, and it's rather... strange.  The expectation for the phone to ring, or a letter to arrive, or a mysterious knock on the door one day.

And you know what?  I bet one phone call or whatever and I would regress back into stage four for another six months at least.  But I would give anything for that :-)  I think the world knows that by now.

keep right at it