The heartbreak diet plan

I don’t usually use this platform to express these kind of private matters but I think this one is a good “sharing-experience tip”.

Once again we live through a great history of disappointments, failed relationships, foolish behavior, things we’ve all experienced in our lifetime. We know what it is: we have tons of tunes about it, we cry at romantic comedies (sometimes not the good ones) and we can read it in almost every magazine, book or newspaper. Heartbreak has always been an emotional plague.

In this special case, you may need a proper treatment. It differs from person to person, the recipe to mend a broken heart it’s our own personal cliché. In my case, I’m a massive crier. I cry with almost anything. It’s exhausting sometimes. In the last couple of years I’ve developed a survival plan that may change according to the circumstances. Truth being told the only thing that stopped me from crying anytime, anywhere was the movie genre of Quentin Tarantino. Movies + the soundtracks as well. Why? You might ask?

It combines two essential ingredients: revenge and good dialogue BAM! it works wonders! Tarantino cures my post-ex-same-old-hangover-relationship-ending. I don’t watch romantic comedies because it doesn’t console me at all. I need to watch some Samuel L. Jackson swearing, blood shedding, girls kickin’ ass to calm me down. I only got nerdy/methodical enough to get into the soundtracks because when I’m outside on-the-go, the music reminds me of the (correspondent) movie so I don’t feel like crying in the middle of the grocery shop.

I hope this helps some poor souls as well; and by all means: you should never need an excuse to watch a Quentin Tarantino movie. Whatever you’re going through, you’ll be just fine. Believe me, we’ve all been there before.

Looked dead, didn’t I? But I wasn’t. But it wasn’t from lack of trying, I can tell you that. Actually, Bill’s last bullet put me in a coma. A coma I was to lie in for four years. When I woke up, I went on what the movie advertisements refer to as a ‘roaring rampage of revenge.’ I roared. And I rampaged. And I got bloody satisfaction. I’ve killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point, but I have only one more. The last one. The one I’m driving to right now. The only one left. And when I arrive at my destination, I am gonna kill Bill.

– The Bride (Uma Thurman) in Kill Bill: Vol. 2