Pataepollo Corolario 1
In this life, breakups in relationships are inevitable and one will have seen and experienced one or two out there…
My dear professor Manuel Arce in one of his essays (“El wirwin, lo wirwin y la wirwinitud”) defines an emotional state as “pataepollo”, says Manuel
“Pataepollismo is, of course, a substitute for wirwinitud and manifests itself, among others, in the following way: the person who at one time was a wonder of wonders and amazement of the stars, suddenly becomes duck excrement or a passing cloud.”
I think that pataepollismo gives rise to another very similar phenomenon, and that is believing that one is the ideal individual of the human species, so to speak, that one possesses the best genetic pool that has ever walked the earth. And it starts with the homies trying to comfort one by saying “Salado him/her (usually the one who decided to end the relationship), she misses out, doesn’t know what he/she had, you are this or that” and after about 3 of those sermons, one is convinced that they are the last coke in the desert (of course, one does not imagine that common friends, if they want to stay in touch with both, repeat the same speech, changing the gender to the other half of the couple or telling them “and dude, you dodged a bullet”).
And that’s the thing, we have it stuck in our heads that a breakup is such a terrible thing, it’s like a failure, a mistake, an error, that we have to look for resources without much sense, I say… putting the ex-partner as the worst thing in life (and that place is reassigned with each breakup) or adding on top of that the stupidity of having decided to end things with one, that according to oneself, they are everything (although “deep down they are doing one a favor because of how stupid they are”), consoling oneself by thinking that the other person doesn’t know what they’re missing…
Of course, they know what they’re missing because they were together for a reason… they know the good and the bad… and they left because the bad started to outweigh the good… patience ran out, tastes changed, the paths that were once parallel are no longer…
It sounds to me like thinking that these things happen… that changes come and that sometimes life just pushes us to seek different things, that someone else will enjoy the good things that the people who passed through our lives have… that we no longer enjoyed them as much and that the bad things are no longer in ours… obviously it’s not easy… but maybe with a little conviction, we can achieve better healing methods than recounting our ex’s flaws or thinking we’re the last sip of the mango…