Today was a bad day. My heart is broken and I stepped in dog poo. Out of all days to step in dog poo, why did I have to step in it today? Why couldn’t I step in dog poo on a good day? At least then I could laugh it off because I’d have so many amazing things going on in my life that stepping in dog poo would just be a laughing matter. But unfortunately that is not the case. First of all, the only reason I even realized that I stepped in dog poo was because my cousin texted me saying. “Check the bottom of your shoes, I think you stepped in Simba’s shit.” Lo and behold, the bottom of my shoes were covered in the shitty mess. I had to clean the dog poo off of the driving pedal, my floor, and my ballet flats. Yeah, I wasn’t even wearing sturdy shoes, I was wearing ballet flats for Pete’s sake.
Now, I’m not going to get into the heartbreak part of my day, because I already wasted enough of my sweet, sweet time whining about my heart in the last two posts (lucky you, not only do you get to read about a broken heart, but you also get to read about dog poo). Any way, as bothered as I was by the dog poo, I could never get mad at the dog. Dogs are cute, innocent, and loyal, so if they get shit on your shoes every so often it’s not a major deal when you look at the big picture. With that said, wanna know what my heart break cures are?
- Looking at pictures of small animals- It makes me feel better knowing that despite my heart being broken, there’s still cute, fluffy, puppies roaming around, just looking for a human (like myself) to cuddle with.
- Eating Popcorners- It’s a chip and popcorn in one. There are no words that can adequately describe how incredibly delectable these little triangles of goodness truly are. I can easily finish three large bags of these babies in less than 24 hours. I’m not trying to advertise food as a coping mechanism, I’m just saying that if you’re heart is broken, these are a great temporary fix. Okay, I know that a “temporary fix” isn’t any better than a coping mechanism but. . .oh, whatever.
- Listening to “Hurt” by Johnny Cash- It’s not a happy song (hence the title), but it’s a great venting song. Maybe it’s just me, but there’s something about Johnny Cash’s music that is so real. You get a true sense of pain in his voice, and it helps you realize that pain is a universal feeling.
- Driving with your windows down while listening to loud music- Just cause it’s fun at any age, and don’t lie, you love it when you’re at a red light and the guy next to you is laughing because you’re singing/dancing like a lunatic.
- Blogging- Or just writing in general, but I personally like that a blog is more interactive. I love when people tell me that they are in a similar situation as mine. I know I say this too much, but it’s nice knowing I’m not alone.
- Going out- Disclaimer: I am in no way advocating alcohol as a way to cope. With that said, it’s totally O.K. to go out, have a few drinks, dance, and flirt with the really cute bartender. C’mon, your heart is broken, get off of your couch, stop gorging down the Popcorners, and go have fun.