In my Shakespeare class we talked about “the story of loss and love” while analyzing each word in famous speeches from King Lear. Later I thought about the process of incremental disintegration, someone slowly moving from the foreground into the deepest parts of the subconscious. I think that is the best way to attempt to move on. Whether it be over a guy, or just the idea of one, you have to condition your conscious if you ever expect to someday rely on your subconscious.
When you get wrapped up in the fairytale, you often lose sight of reality.
It's easier to relate my feelings to tangible things, and Shakespeare is where I start. I remember after my last breakup I imagined myself as Ophelia. Hamlet pushed her away not because he didn’t love her but because he felt like he had to in his need to protect her. I find strange comfort in bridging the gap between relationships in my life circa the 21st century to these fictional characters in the Elizabethan era. There is something so foreign but at the same time so real about these characters that, over time, have arguably become as real as any renowned figure in society today. Take Beethoven (like Hamlet)-- we know how he behaved, what he said, how he viewed the things in his world. Whose to say what's real?
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