Pigs and Turds

Earlier today, on my way home from work, I went into a trail of thoughts. As many probably know, I am single and have been for the past 2-3 months now. So unfortunately, my mind went into thought of the disgrace of a man I decided to date, but then I started to think about the blog and the way it was started.

When Barb and I decided to start Two Beans or Not Two Beans, we were both going through a heart break caused by despicable, immature, heartless men. It was a time that in some way was a major turning point in our lives; I struggled with my studies, while she struggled with the heartbreak of leaving France.

Though we both went through very painful events, I came to realize that if it were not for our simultaneous heart breaking experiences, Two Beans or Not Two Beans would have probably never existed.

What does this mean? it means I might have never had the opportunity to express my creativity or in any case cheer someone up who is stuck at work with a stick up their ass boss.

If my break-up would have never happened, I would have never gained the experience and the knowledge I obtained from Two Beans or Not Two Beans. I would have probably never discovered how many ideas could come from just a heart break and if I might just add I believe it also made me closer to Barb.

The reason I bring this up is because many a times a person does not realize why painful moments in our lives happen, but there is always a reason for it.

Right now, my current break up left me distressed because in all honesty I admired this man. I thought highly of this man and foremost I appreciated this man, but again there is always a reason for why things happen as they do.

As I kept thinking about this, I started to notice something. This break-up only motivates me to write. I have come up with several ideas; from writing a witty book that bashes the man-child, writing a play or sitcom based on my dramatic, yet quite comical love life to creating a site named 'Dear miss H' where any heart broken soul (or anyone in need of advice) can ask me for advice.

Now I know, I know- what makes me think I can give advice? trust me, I may not follow my own advice sometimes (which I should), but I tend to use my psychology background for my advises plus I might actually add a feature where you get to choose what kind of response you want: serious or humorous.

As for the witty book bashing all men-children, I think I've dated enough of those to know exactly what I'm talking about and the play/sitcom would be dying out loud hilarious, especially if its based on my love life- fo' sho.

Of course, my wounds are still there, but hell who knows maybe my life will turn out a lot like the movie 'Somethings Gotta Give' or so I hope.

Hanny the coffee bean