Arrested Development breaks out of Mental Jail!

I was there when the violins in my head went silent on The Ex.

The dramatic soundtrack in the background suddenly stopped. In the silence, I realized how ridiculous I’ve been about the whole thing. Without weepy strings accompanying the thought process, logic shines through.

Worst part: in my head, I had elevated the young lady to a demi-goddess of a sort. I had lost sight of my independent value.

Sure, she real attractive, but a little perspective was necessary. 

Sure, I liked her a lot, wanted her back sometimes, but that ship sailed – too bad. 

Sure, single life sucks, but it could be worse!

Besides, over the years, we had been developing on separate spiritual wavelengths. I ought to have started looking for a better fit a long time ago.

So I decided she wasn’t going to be a problem any more. It was the most liberating decision in my life for two years. The kind of experience one tends to remember.

I can’t fully explain it but I have this THEORY. Maybe I suddenly attained the threshold of life experience at which a young man sees the bigger picture, a woman’s place in it and the kind of woman required for the role. Juvenile, Hollywood perspectives on “love/romance/The One” become an ill fit under such insight.

As it were, I remain single - but everything has changed, along with my perspective. Violinists best vacate my head and relocate to the opera. I wouldn’t bet on their chances during this recession.