Leaving well enough alone

It's the same as agreeing to disagree. And sometimes, it's the best thing to do. Case in point: should you pop a pimple?

I don't know if it's a gendered concept to be the one who tries to makes things better, since girls can also be the ones who try to bring things back to the way they were. Or maybe I'm just being a smart girl who believes that it's impossible to be friends with an ex because it'll give my incredibly stupid heart some false hope. I don't talk to anybody whom it doesn't work out with, even though it is tempting to call them as if everything's cool. Because it's not. That's the truth, and heaven knows if it will change in due time. In Sex and the City, Miranda Hobbes is a lawyer. In her record, she's a pragmatic woman who cannot be friends with exes. The one person she remained friends with as an ex is the one she ended up marrying. The one who wants things to be okay after a breakup still wants something, whether it's to get back together or some harmony. And there are times when smart girls know that neither is impossible for their stupid hearts.

To go back to my original concept, is it the dumpers who feel that things have to be okay and thus try to say hi or make small talk with their exes? Being on the receiving end, it's not okay. Ideally, I'd have a world where I would never have to see him again. I'd feel like a fool if I ever smiled at him again and re-fed all those neural pathways that used to make me happy or wildly obssessed just thinking about him. Oh, it's embarrassing alright. To think that someone like him made me happy. I'd like to forget. Just like how a smoker should avoid liquor stores and club scenes and parties if they're trying to quit, a spurned lover must get rid of the reminders. And for the dumpers? You dumped them, so you should expect NOTHING. Live with it, because the dumped have been trying so hard to live with it ever since.