Clashing of thoughts #2

Decompression Chamber
2 min readDec 13, 2020

“What do you even want?”

“Probably the ex…”

“Probably? Very decisive, you dumbass.”

“I know, leave me be!”

“Man, the new girl you went on a date with yesterday, focus on her!”

“I know I should… she’s beautiful, I loved talking to her, enjoyed the time with her, would love to meet up with her again, too. But I can’t keep my focus on her. Can’t help thinking about the ex. She’s always on my mind. You know that song ‘Over and Over’ by Three Days Grace?

“Of course I know it, I’m you!”

“So, then, you know what I’m about to say, which line I relate to a lot…
//I know what’s best for me, but I want you instead//”

“Of course, ’cause you’re a weak ass idiot, that’s why! You’re weak and lame! You’re not the guy she wants! There’s always a way to make them want you again, but even for that, you’d have to be different. Look at you! You want her, but all you do is whine! You whine, saying “Oooh, I want her, oooh, I wish I knew what’s in her head”, yet you’re not even trying to find out what actually is in there.“

“I’m just afraid she’d say something negative which would discourage me and I’d have a mental block and that’d be it.”

“An assertive, self-confident, put together guy is who she’d want. Who, even in your current situation, would know how to act, what to say.”

“I’m not sure that that kind of guy would be willing to put up with her though…”

“Well, A, buddy, that’s not your problem, nor is it a solution to your situation, and B, that doesn’t mean that this is helping your case… You don’t even know what to say to her to win her back!”

“Well, then fuckin help me, if you’re so smart! Stop putting me down!”

“How do you imagine I’d help? I’m part of you, I’m only as smart as you are — which, doesn’t seem to be very much.”

“Fuck, man, now with this again! I just want her.”

“Yeah, and you’re pathetic in this. You are so pathetic, just whining…”

“I know. But still…”

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Decompression Chamber

This is my De(com)pression Chamber, a vehicle I use to (com)municate my thoughts to decompress as I, hopefully, emerge from the depths of depression.