I’ve been going through one of those “Oh, what’s it all about?” phases. Again. Since I can’t really afford another mid-life crisis, it comes as no small relief to learn that this is probably an extended symptom of break-up fever.
Well, Science says so at any rate.
It turns out that even a death in the family can be less traumatic than being dumped. This explains why Ophelia goes completely off the rails when Hamlet gives her the “Get thee to a nunn’ry” treatment, whereas Laertes only does a bit of recreational grave-jumping after Ophelia offs herself.
At least I have my job at the idiot farm to keep me sane. Oh, wait…