“How are you doing now?” asked Geraldine, as she sipped her exotic drink of the moment.
Amelia, not really wishing to tackle the subject for the
twelve time this week, shrugged her shoulders as she replied. “I’m… doing
better. Ish!”
Geraldine nodded her head a few times, finishing off the drink and immediately trying to catch the eye of an available waiter or waitress.
“Good. I like this.”
Amelia felt her emotions rise within her. The constant
battle. The annoyance of just wanting to get on with life, once again disturbed
by the moment. They’d travelled out of town to escape reminders and yet, all
she could think about was that her ex would have liked the location. He’d have
enjoyed the time, the seconds, the affection and more. She felt a small amount
of anger rise within her, but pushed it aside as she, instead, gained control
of her inner monologue.
She knew that her brain had thoroughly mapped the
relationship, making the other person easier to locate when related to
thoughts. She just wanted him to call her but, as she'd realised, it wasn't
going to happen. Her brain relied on experience instead of knowledge, with her
thoughts still searching and looking for him. This, as she knew, was grief. The
denial, the near madness, similar to feeling cold whilst looking at a switched
off heater. It made little sense and yet, it made perfect sense.
The heart's little brain, the thousands upon thousands of
neurons played a part in her suffering, with its own nervous system. The
communication, the speaking words of momentary pain, the suffering all playing
a part upon her mind and body. Or, should she say, her minds.
The warmth of another, pressed against her, providing the
calming moments within any storm or event, all gone. Vanished. Discarded.
Pushed aside. She'd never be the same again but, as she'd been informed from
every source, that would be the best thing for her. A new, improved version
and, above all, she’d never make the same mistakes again.
She’d adjusted, understood, realised that self-love,
appreciation, looking after oneself was an absolute imperative. The love of
yourself, the greater intensity, meant that she could then share that love and
be equal and balanced no matter the situation. It obviously didn’t help that
much, seeing as her self esteem had been shattered into a thousand little
slices of pain inducing shards, but it was all part of the process. Elevating.
Progressing. Adapting. Improving her frequency and levelling up.
She’d throw up if any further buzz words reached her lips
so, instead, she ordered another fruity, expressive drink once the waiter
arrived.
“How are you these days?” asked Amelia, knowing to expect
some crazy answer.
Geraldine, obviously about to embrace her absolute favourite
subject, herself, beamed a great big smile as she started.
“Well, I’m totally over that guy I met the other month and,”
Geraldine paused, moving her top down a little, exposing the small ‘hearting’
device, “this thing is amazing!”
Amelia knew what it was, realised that it would be the easy
way forward, but she simply didn’t wish to embrace such a solution. It
regulated emotions, castrated emotional pain which, of course, turned to
physical pain within the brain after a heartbreak. Sure, it hurt like hell, but
she’d rather feel than feel absolutely nothing at all.
“How long have you had that now?” asked Amelia.
“Two years,” replied Geraldine, “it’s simply the best
device. All the fun with none of the pain.”
Amelia smiled at Geraldine, “As long as you’re okay and
moving forward!”
She’d plead with Geraldine to throw it away if, at any
point, she believed that Geraldine would. Heartbreak and emotional pain, all
removed with a monthly subscription. The modern equivalent to happy pills ready
to go once you’ve completed the online form.
She knew that the company behind the device would be making
billions and, as maddening as it sounded, even the dictionary added a new
description to the word, ‘hearting’. She replayed the words in her mind’s eye,
‘The pacification of emotional pain via electronic and electrical stimulation:
Hearting’.
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