First the barf news. (Note: emo ahead!)
So last night Britt (my recent-ish ex, for those not in the know) confesses to me that she's seeing someone. I wish I could say I acted cool and congratulated and supported her, but that is sadly not the case. Instead I turned into a gelatinous puddle of blackness and goo, and proceeded to grill her on the details. Who is he? How long have you been together? Were you interested in him while you were with me? Why didn't you tell me sooner, etc. Basically I was the annoying, emo ex. (I reminded myself of that kid with the purple hat in Not Another Teen Movie.)
GO CHRIS GO!
I'm surprised she didn't hang up on me.
Anyway, the interesting thing is that I figured when this eventually happened, it would be no problem for me as I have been very diligent in the process in getting over her, and so far I was quite happy. BZZZT!. Like I said to Britt, there must have been a little black slug of desire -- that I really wasn't aware of -- crawling around somewhere inside me that whispered junk in my ear like, "As long as the possibility exists, it can't be ignored!" Now the slug's been stepped on. Which is good! But still really hurts...
You know, the more I think about it, the more I'm starting to realize I'm just feeling sorry for myself.
...
Hmmm...
Fuck that.
I think perhaps the best thing I can do here is just to get back on the rails (RAYOWS! eh, Mattie?) of my life and just continue to try to be as good a friend to her as possible. Oh yeah and thanks to those of you who let me rant and gave me some good advice (you know who you are).
Hmmm... these blog posts are a really great idea for getting unexpected baggage sorted and squared away. Woot!
OK! End of emo-ness!
The good news: Microsoft is sending me a new Xbox 360 to replace my old jalopy! This should bring an end to the fifteen-tries-to-get-a-game-started horsejizz.
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4 comments:
I find publically announcing this "barf" news ostentatiously distasteful, Chris.
Oh? Let me assure you, I'm not trying to impress anyone, or put anyone off. However, as this is my blog, I feel I can run my stream on conciousness through it if I like. Anyway, nobody reads this thing (or so I thought). :p
You write whatever you want. You most certainly were *not* slagging Britt, so the only thing "ostentatiously distasteful" is someone getting their knickers in a knot over nothing.
There's only one rule with blogs: don't like it? Don't read it.
Here's some real advice! To hell with being friends with her for at least a few years and a few more GFs come and gone, trust me. Being friends is a total sucker move and kind of like picking at a scab. Let it heal!
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