Truths

Experiences involving love gone bad or heartbreak or any and all matters related to the heart are not learning experiences per se but rather non-denominational experiences—period.  There is little or nothing to be learned from them; the heart marches to its own peculiar drummer and operates totally independently from one’s brain.  Thus do not overreach for conclusions in any situation where love is the featured player.  Love is very much an emotion—The paramount emotion in mankind’s massive arsenal; everyone should know that by now!—but pure emotions and empirical knowledge are as diametrically disparate as opposing poles on a magnet.  You do not learn any life lessons from love gone bad; love is a disreputable actor as well as a horrible preceptor.  Because of this, you’ll unfalteringly wind up repeating the exact same mistakes as before whenever love conceitedly sashays into any equation, although “mistake” is assuredly not the right word to use in this context and I only offered it in lieu of not being able to think of a suitable surrogate for serial poor judgment when one’s brain is unwittingly being held captive by one’s besotted heart.