There is nothing like being a failure at love to reliably turn one into an expert cynic. I think that the best most incisive ones are born completely without guile but turn irrevocably to the darker realms after the illusion of innocence has been defeated by the removal of any possibility of future hopes expectation. A good standard duty heartbreaker generally comes in the form of another someone who is essentially unsure themselves and does not want to be challenged by a convenient partner in any way and therefore challenges everyone else around them. It is the feeling one gets when they soil a clean dry towel with their tears. As soon as the mopping is complete, the towel gets quickly tossed away. From that point the on towel spends the rest of its existence avoiding hot water or coming clean from the stain that was imposed upon it. It dreams of a softer face but cannot bear to find them in any other then the one that he once belonged to. But hen no one likes drying their face in a a towel that someone else has used. So, being badly used leaves its mark. Even if the towel finally submits to being rinsed clean, it is never as fluffy as when it was new.
Silly analogy of course. But then you could employ any household instrument as easily as something more or less suitably romantic. For there is no romance left in a heart drained of love. They give electroshocks to those who lose their mind allegedly to help them forget the past. This was the thesis of that infamous Dr. Cameron who helped develop techniques of government mind control. So why don’t they use these not only for war and espionage but for wiping the emotional slate completely clean? Tabla Raza! Oh sure, Hollywood has already proposed the ‘spotless mind’ and sequel play horse equivalents. But nothing that is successful because their are too many similarly stricken individuals that are too used to feeling the pain of loss. Better to nurse the bad feelings in order to treasure what few good ones that still linger. This is definitely the result of a lifetime of too much TV and movies affecting one’s life. Thank God Hamlet did not have “Twilight” playing at the multiplex down the road from the castle. He probably would have been so distracted that he would still be up in his section of the castle locked in a tower room with the DVD!
Then when at long last boredom and routine finally overcome all emotion one can really get to work and extinguish any possibility of future fuck ups by taking up the study of bird watching. Making sure to pay close attention to all the warning signs of imminent failure that were not even dreamed of in that first fatal flaw. If your curious how this works, I think the story of Bram Stoker as envisioned by Francis Ford Coppola might steer you on a sympathetic path. Of course, that is the best case scenario to walk around with someone else’s blood in your otherwise empty veins. No one can accuse you of being out of character at that point. So what if your up all night from that point on and of course are literally bored to death by the sight of another sunny day. No Stella and Stanley for you, just five-hundred more days of Summer through Winter without any further to Fall.