I have wanted to write about heartbreaks for a long time.
Perhaps it was ever since that boy broke up with me at 15 by changing his MSN name from ‘<3 Jessie’ to ‘<3 someone else.’ I like how the way I just wrote that implies that I can’t remember the name of the person, even though I don’t think I will ever forget her (stupid) name. I know it wasn’t her fault, but that doesn’t change the fact that she had, and continues to have, a very stupid name.
And I know what you’re thinking. Wasn’t the fact he declared his love for you via his MSN name warning enough that he was a bit… lame? My response is YES – as were the tacky love-heart-shaped K-Mart earrings with fake diamantes he bought me. But hey, hindsight’s 20/20 or whatever it is my mum says.
At 24, I would say I have come to terms with what we will call the ‘MSN dump’. I even think I may have processed the subsequent heartbreaks. Even the long-term boyfriend who explained that even though I was ‘an 8’, the girl he wanted to be with was ‘a 10’. Firstly, an 8 is generous, and secondly, WAIT A MINUTE WHO THE HELL RATES PEOPLE OUT OF 10?
I remember sobbing on the floor of my shower, crying in overseas bathrooms, and hiding under my bed for hours waiting for the pain to subside – seriously pathetic stuff that is super embarrassing to write about. I have friends who have, in a fit of rage, thrown out $400 pieces of jewellery, booked a flight to the other side of the world, or teared up mid-presentation at work. These are sane, smart, rational, level-headed people. There are few things in life, other than death, which elicit such an intense emotional response. It is equal parts tragic, fascinating and bizarrely beautiful.
In Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl, her mum was quoted as saying: “You will find… that there’s a certain grace to having your heart broken.” Although it might not feel like that when you’ve got snot all over your sleeves from the #snottears, you haven’t showered in a while and can’t keep your Instagram persona up coz ain’t nothing cool happening in your life, there is some truth to that statement. There is grace in allowing oneself to be completely vulnerable, and caring about someone so deeply that when they disappear it feels as though your entire life has fallen apart.
Doesn’t help much when it comes to a broken heart. The one thing that might, however, is knowing that you are not the only one to have ever felt it. The Guardian recently published an article on ‘Why a broken heart really hurts’. Essentially, scientists have found that being dumped activates regions of the brain that process physical pain, meaning that the sensation of a broken heart isn’t entirely figurative. We have evolved to experience physical symptoms when faced with social rejection, meaning that being broken up might actually hurt more than a punch in the face. Studies have also indicated that the after-effects of heartbreak are not unlike those associated with trauma or shock (probably because you’re traumatised and shocked), such as high anxiety, low immune system, appetite changes, muscle aches, breakouts and weight gain. Ah, yes. Because when you get dumped, you want to be sick, fat and covered in acne. #comeatmeBOYZ
I can no longer reflect on heartbreak without thinking about a particular man I interviewed. Last year, I wrote a thesis about men and their heterosexual romantic relationships with feminists during the 1970s in Australia. I conducted oral history interviews with a number of men, and essentially wanted to know whether the feminist movement had changed the ideology, practice and experience of heterosexuality. In other words, I spoke to a bunch of dudes about love, sex, babies and who does the washing.
One afternoon, I was interviewing a man who was mid 60s and happily married. When I asked about his first relationship, he recalled being about 14 and falling in love with a girl who, a few years later, broke up with him with no explanation. He was visibly uncomfortable relaying the memory. 50 years later, and this accomplished, emotionally mature and content man could vividly recall feeling almost suicidal, and being extremely shocked at how absolutely heartbroken he was. It wasn’t so much that he could remember it that moved me, but that he could still feel it.
Heartbreak is a critical and excruciating part of the human experience, which features heavily in many personal narratives. As much as one’s wedding day is culturally heralded as ‘the greatest day’ of one’s life, the feeling of heartbreak might be equally as tragic.
As a staunch 21st century feminist, my confession of the year would be feeling genuine sympathy for more than one of the rejected Bachelor contestants (#forgivemegermainegreer). I thought I was watching it ironically, until Heather’s FACE reminded me that these were real human beings, and she had really just been rejected by a real man she had seen a future with (Seriously Germaine please skip over this bit). She got me right in the feels. Perhaps, other than the obvious comedy factor, it is the universal search/struggle for love, along with the rapport we might feel with rejected contestants, which contribute to the show’s absurd ratings. GERMAINE LOOK AWAY.
You can watch Heather’s heartbreak speech after she’s dumped on The Bachelor below. Post continues after video.
Brb just penning a lengthy apology to the feminist sisterhood.
Alas, the sobbing on the shower floor, eating tubs of ice cream, and sleepless nights ruminating where exactly it all went wrong, were not all in vain. Firstly, I don’t have to wear earrings with fake diamanté on them, or spend time with someone who rates HUMAN BEINGS out of 10.
More importantly, I can now speak what might be a universal language. It connects me to people on the other side of the world, or individuals who pre-existed me by thousands of years. I understand one of the most difficult and intense human emotions there is to feel. I GET Ralph. Few things make you cooler than having endured a broken heart, and I’d know. I’m a solid 8/10.
Do you have any advice on dealing with heartbreak?