You're great and your friends all know it. They're on call, ready and wiling to help you get over that loser who wasn't right for you. However, right now you are stuck in the Melancholy Vortex of your breakup. It's an uber-powerful trap that sucks you in and blinds you to all the bad, unhealthy, crapola times that were so glaring in your relationship, and it only plays back loops of the best moments, thus obliterating your sense of why it didn't work out. It's like A Clockwork Orange. You're figuratively stuck in that chair with your eyes held open by those weird eyelash-curler contraptions while movies of the two of you in your happiest times flash through your brain to classical music or Coldplay. Your friends, on the other hand, are saying, "Hey there, Hot, Smart, Happening Lady, why don't you stop strapping yourself into that chair and come sit with us?" And the reality of it is that if you don't start actually listening to them and taking their advice, your friends will tire of you. Open your mind to what they have to say, and whatever you do, DON'T blame them for pointing out your ex's less-than-admirable qualities, or trying to give you a reality check about your less-than-perfect relationship. That's what they're there for '- to help you get up out of that chair and start moving on. In return, you need to set a time limit on how long you're going to dwell on the past. Try setting the limit at eight weeks. If after eights weeks you still need to talk about it constantly, seek professional help and let your friends off the hook. Or talk to your dog. All the dog hears is "blah, blah, blah..." which '- take it from us '- is what you are starting to sound like to your friends.