Tales of the big cry and 2kgs of self raising flour...

 

 

Today, I found myself thinking about my last breakup. 

(I won’t disclose when this tragic event occurred because, let’s be honest, the math might not add up for some of you. Insert cringe emoji…)

First things first when the breakup happened, I realized that breakups don’t hit quite hit like they used to when I was in my 20s. I was ready for the big cry; I had myself perched on my couch with a glass of red wine (Cabernet Sauvignon, if you must know), listening to “Burn” by Usher while strolling through chat messages from happier times in our relationship. I was all set for the big cry, even trying to blink hard enough to summon tears from the depths of my tear ducts.

Spoiler alert: After all this effort, the big cry didn’t happen.

Instead, I whipped up a flowchart detailing the sequence of events that led to the downfall of what I thought was a stellar relationship. Picture this: a combination of a process flow and a vicious cycle, where we kept experiencing the same problem over and over again…

Something like the image below.

Once I had my masterpiece mapped out, I felt surprisingly okay. We had a relationship issue, I communicated it like a grown-up (who knew I had it in me?), we discussed it and even tried to compromise. But alas, the compromise was a hard pass for this gent. And you know what? I respect that 100%! I’m proud of myself for speaking up and attempting to find common ground. That right there is what we call growth, dear reader!

A wise man once said, “If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting.” And you can’t force people to do what they don’t want to do. So, the cycle had to be broken.

After all my logical analysis, the big cry still didn’t come. Instead, I found myself annoyed by the baking ingredients I had bought to bake some muffins for this gent. It was the 2kg of self-raising flour that was annoying me the most. What was I to do with 2kgs of self-raising flour?

 Anyway, I gifted it to my friendly neighbor. 

 In another universe, the same 2kgs of self-raising flour would have been a cute gesture of freshly baked muffins for the gent. But in this universe this 2kgs of self-raising flour was a gift from a neighbor…