Bingo

There is too much to be said about hitting someone right where it hurts. For one, it has something to do with the wound that never heals. A sore spot is always something that one just couldn't let go no matter how many years have gotten by. It might be a totally humiliating experience or an unforgettably painful one. It has to be, because how else will it leave a mark?

Other times you don't actually need to hit the bull's eye to conjure whatever is left of that sore spot, you only need to bump it slightly, gently, then surprise! It immediately begins to bleed. All the while you thought it has rested in peace, like an inactive volcano.

Today, someone hit my sorest spot. If there is such a word as sorest, but what the hell.

My sore spot lurks at the heart of my ego. I used to say that my ego has a life of its own. Hurt me and I'll forgive you. Hurt my ego and I lose every strand of logic. That's when forgiveness gets taken out of my vocabulary. You go straight to my ego's inbox and that is synonymous to going straight to hell.

I broke up with my second boyfriend because he devastated my ego. I have forgiven him but my ego never did. I was, am and always have been a proud person. To send my self-esteem spiraling to the the ground is equivalent to you attempting to kill me. Needless to say, but I'll say it anyway, I just totally went cold. End of story.

I may be accused of being unreasonable, but the truth is that I just always wear my heart on my sleeve. If it hurts me, I show it. I will not even try to hide it. Then I remove whatever is that shit that's causing me pain.

Life, for me, is simple. I just dump the unnecessary.