Sadly, the realization that this boy is not shit is too painful for girl’s Feeling Brain to handle, so she convinces herself that he is, indeed, shit. She nitpicks his tiniest flaws. She notices every errant word, every misplaced gesture, every awkward touch. She zeroes in on his most insignificant mistakes until they stand bright in her mind like a flashing strobe light screaming, “Run away! Save yourself!”

So, she does. She runs. And she runs in the most horrible of ways. She leaves him for another boy. After all, all boys are shit. So, what’s trading one piece of shit for another? It means nothing.

یاد خودم افتادم. اینکه نمیخواستم به کسی وابسته بشم, که کسی منو کنترل کنه. یا گرفتار علاقه م به کسی بشم...

هه! افتر ال, خیری از علاقه ندیدم

That's because FUN is the product of our value heirarchies. when we stop valuing sth, it ceases to be fun or interesting to us. therefore, there is no sense of loss, no sense of missing out when we stop doing it.

شاید برا همینه که از چیزای زیادی لذت نمیبری.