When you like someone, and you try to get over them, your heart decides to have a mind of it's own and resist all attempts made by that little voice of reason. Your heart has these irrational hopes and expectations that just because you like someone, the person will like you back (despite the fact that there are no signs of this perceived reciprocation of "like"). And the heart is always stronger than the mind in matters such as these. So then your heart decides to do something extremely stupid and proclaim your undying love for the object of your affection despite your mind telling you to shut the fuck up and not ruin whatever is there between the two of you.
So there you are, writing odes and confessions of eternal love to the person you have a silly crush on and halfway through this proclamation, BAM, you realise what a fucked up idea this was. Your heart decides to have palpitations and little panic attacks and starts flipping around uncontrollably, and leaves matters in your mind's hands. So your mind is stuck trying to figure the situation out and resolve it. Your mind, being stuck in such a fix, decides to crack a joke (which is in fact, really bad, and will be one other reason that you will regret having this conversation with that person, EVER). Then comes that awkward pause where you don't say anything and then assure each other (again, awkwardly) that things won't change between the two of you.
That day of rejection will be spent painfully and shamefully, in mourning and berating oneself (and multitasking) and hoping that your object of affection does fall in love with you eventually, while simultaneously trying to fend off your heart's doucheyness as it tries to defend the "love of your life" and let his image of perfection not be tainted by the fact that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. At some point in time, your overburdened mind will begin to ignore your heart's drama and decide to sleep anyway, despite the fact that your heart is broken and all that jazz.
However, (dramatic twist in the tale), when you wake up next morning, your mind has hypnotised your heart and suddenly they're working together, telling you that you never really liked him that much and that he was a silly crush, not worth the boohoo. There you are, sitting in silence, while there's a motivation overload in your mind and body and you're finally convinced that you didn't ever really like him that much and that you have now moved on.
How does this happen? Every single time. This supposed logic fails me.
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