Published on February 15th, 2012 | by thetoolsman36
Where Do Broken Hearts Go?
Hey people, Toolsman here serving up your Wednesday Dialogue and to start with, as much as I love Whitney Houston, I’m sorry to disappoint you but this isn’t a tribute to her… well… not really… If anything at all, thinking up and trying to write this post just made me feel worse about her death because I realized she left us with an open-ended question a long time ago; a question I’ve long wondered about the answer. Since she’s no longer here to answer me, I’ll just pray you guys will be up to the task and help answer this not so simple question: where do broken hearts go?
If I was in one of my research moods I’d probably start off with defining what exactly a ‘broken heart’ is and then use whatever info I can gather from that to determine why or when they have to leave in the first place before thinking up an answer to where they go. Well I’m really not in that place right now and I also tried to see if Whitney left clues in the actual song she did with this title but I watched the video instead and that just totally killed me with emotions…. *I love you Whitney* … sniff…
So you see, I’m now left with my half functional brain (yes, it’s 2am, my brain gets like this at this time of the night) and you guys to help solve this generational mystery that has existed since… well, since Whitney first reminded us about it in 1988. Where do broken hearts go?
Because I really don’t trust you guys I understand that PHCN might just fail or all of our national satellites might be captured by space pirates thereby preventing you guys from gaining access to the internet and helping me out here, I went out earlier today and I asked some of my former friends and family members this question and what follows are the erm… answers I got:
Where do broken hearts go? Erm… what kind of a question is that?
It’s a question, I need an answer…
It’s not a question, it’s a song. It’s the title of a really good song.
I know it’s the…. Forget about the song, I’m asking you for an answer.
Well, go and listen to the song, I’m sure there’s an answer there…
I already did. No answer.
What’s funny Tolu?
Lol. You are funny Uncle Tula. Your question is funny.
Well, you still haven’t answered it.
………… Broken hearts go back into your blood now.
Your blood? How?
Well it’s a heart, if it breaks it breaks into little pieces that melt and go back into your blood. *gives me the duhhh look*
Oh I see… so erm… what happens after that?
You grow another heart? *still giving me the duhhh look*
Oh… true… makes perfect sense. Thanks
But wait, what happens between the time your heart breaks and when you grow a new one?
Duhhhhhhhhhh….. you become heartless!!!!
(Please Note: Tolu is 5)
Hmm… broken hearts?
Lets see… they go some place to get healed?
Where’s this some place?
Camman Tula, we all know hearts don’t really break.
Oh, we do?
Yes. Feelings get hurt to various degrees but hearts don’t literally break. If they do then you die.
Broken hearts go to Egypt.
Huh? Why? For what?
Well, to chill and wait for you to ‘believe’ again so there can be a miracle?
Huh… what?.. Oh… Oh… Yeah… Thanks.
Kanu Heart Foundation? Hahahaha
Ha Ha Ha … very funny…
Ok, ok, don’t know about you but when my heart gets broken, my bed suffers it. I just stay in and sleep and sleep for days. And even when I’m not sleeping, I still stay in, I just never feel like seeing people.
Hmm… and then what?
And then I get the courage to go out again, probably have some hot rebound sex and then I’m good again.
Ok… rebound sex? Ok…
Well, not exactly. I really want to know what happens to broken hearts.
Well, she gave us the answer some years ago.
Yup. Broken hearts check in a Heartbreak Hotel, wait out for as long as it takes for them to get better and then they head back into the world.
Oh I see… But… Where exactly is this Heartbreak Hotel?
Well, it’s anywhere you want it to be. A pub, the ice cream aisle of a grocery store, Unilag, your Twitter DM’s, Adeyemo Alakija, church… anywhere really.
Six people. And I must say those are six people whose opinions I really really respect. Yes, even little Tolu. But if I can’t come up with a consensus from my small sample group, I wonder what I’ll get from you guys.
Ok, let’s get serious for a bit. Yesterday was Valentines Day and with the major presence of a lot of us on social media sites nowadays, I realized one thing, there are not just a lot of sad people out there, there are also a lot of scared people. I got talking with a couple of friends and the issue of broken hearts came up and for a second I wondered: if we don’t know what becomes of broken hearts why are we so weary of getting our hearts broken?
It’s kinda like being afraid of your own shadow. Well, sorta… Getting a broken heart is not a myth. It happens and it hurts like hell for a while and you’ll probably be “heartless” for that period like little Tolu said but it doesn’t shouldn’t last forever. Well, except you’re this guy:
Ok, call me a sucker for pain or whatever but I’m all for making mistakes (while I still have the ‘heart’ for it) and learning from those mistakes to become a better person. So if you’re sitting on your sorry ass or rolling around wallowing in bed feeling sorry for yourself just because you didn’t get any cake, red wine or clichéd hamper yesterday, my question to you is: where do broken hearts go? And if you’re like me, you’ve been there before but you’re better off now, help us out, use the comment box and tell us what you did with the pieces of your broken heart and you just never know, you might be saving a heart-less person. Cheers.