Running into your ex is always a weird thing. I kind of feel like my life sometimes is over run with ex's, some mine, some not. Sort of like a big bowl of Ex Soup. I don't like it.
My ex: He came to drop off some of my belongings this week. Strange seeing someone who I spent every day with, then abruptly stopped seeing, then saw again also rather abruptly. I would like for those things to stop happening. I am not one for handling extreme emotional stress. My brain is all " HAHAHAHA NO! I AM SHUTTING DOWN NOW!" And the rest of my body soon follows my brains implicit instructions to cease all functioning and to go into "self protect mode". Self protect mode can only do one thing, and that is to stare at the same spot on the floor for hours. This is why I try to avoid seeing ex because brain does not seem to be able to handle it.
We had a weird break up, he was all "hey, I have something to tell you, I no longer love Vagina's" and I was all " This sucks I have a vagina." We broke up and I was super sad because I wanted to do the marrying thing with him but was unable to rid myself of my vagina so, we called it quits. I would not be able to be his BFF because I know this would be the ultimate bad idea. It would be so bad. Bad. BAD. There is always an ulterior motive behind ex's being "friends". Mostly to me it is because you still want to be with that person but can't so instead you just stop banging and everything else stays the same. NEVER works. It actually works less than trying to jump start a car with a can of Dr. Pepper and some chopsticks.
In conclusion: I am a champion at moving on. I am also a champion at using chopsticks.
This was a weird post but my brain was all doitdoitdoit. So I did.
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