Yes, it's me again. Ready to complain about life, because it's so much easier to complain here on a blog, than get all worked up about the same thing and explaining a situation to different people.
Also, my co-workers and parents stalk me everywhere else and this is officially the only spot on the internet where I can be inappropiate.
I logged into Facebook this afternoon to respond to a message about a Halloween event. The Facebook home page is a scary place, all of my friends activity online is aggergated so I can see all of their lives events in one spot. Here I notice that a vast majority of my high school friends actually still hang out and I haven't spoken to more than 2 people from high school in the past 2 years. This is where I find my old crushes are now bloated, drunk men and not the baby faced cute boys I fell for when I was 12. And here I face the undeniable truth: my ex-boyfriend of three years is officially in a relationship with a friend of mine who used to be a lesbian.
Yes, that's right. I'll give you a moment to process that. Done? No? Well, neither am I. This is where I plug in my thoughts of "Oh, I better not post anything about going on dates because he might see and I don't want to put him through that" and "Nah, he can't be hooking up with her, she's a lesbian. She even has that pride tattoo."
It was these truths that I held on to to get over our breakup. I thought I was the one coming out on top, after all, I initatied the end like 5 different times. But with just a single status update, and a couple of teary phone calls, I'm back to square one.
Ugh, and I just had the most worthless week at work. All of this is making me exceptionally cranky and distracted. Probably the weirdest part about all this is that I am strangly nostalgic for the East Coast for the first time ever. What happens if I go home now? And did I really just call CT home?
