Sometimes in life we have to have those sorts of conversations which we’d rather volunteer for anal surgery than have. We fumble around doing anything but broach that elephant in the room issue knowing full well we’re just masking an issue when we should be facing it head on. It’s at these times when it’s the right time for us to allow our heads to overrule when it comes to matters of the heart.
When people say to “trust your gut” do you trust your head or your heart? (I have nothing against my gut, its usually right when deciding which flavour ice cream we should devour but when it comes to life altering decisions, I’m sticking to the latter options).
At the risk of sounding like a complete and utter girl (I have breasts and a vagina, I’m pretty girl like) I’m a heart over head person through and through. I wear my heart on my sleeve and in doing so it means that I usually end up with sleeves that look like something from one of the Saw movies. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
When it comes to matters of the heart, I tend to jump in heart first. I let my poor little heart overrule my surprisingly sensible brain and I find myself free falling with glasses that are rose tinted getting caught up in first date kisses and long mornings spent in bed together. As my stomach flips and I struggle to catch my breath my parachute (otherwise known as my head) kicks into gear and what seemed to be so perfectly rosey and simple is suddenly complicated by those pesky things known as “feelings”.
My heart and head are in constant conflict with one another. Jump in with my heart and climb out with my head.
It almost makes me a masochist. Making decisions which I know are going to hurt and leave me sobbing into my pillowcase at 3am as I listen to another lyric appropriate Taylor Swift song seems ridiculous: why cause yourself heartache when things seem to be going so well? Do we simply ignore our head as it flashes “warning” or it’s radar picks up on “you’re going to get hurt” signs?
It’s difficult making decisions that you know could blow up in your pretty little face. On one hand you could ignore the elephant in the room, skirt around issues and carry on as you have been doing because “ignorance is bliss”, but at some point you’re going to have to deal with the situation head on like a grown up, no matter how much it hurts.