Why do I freaking care?
I am bored at work a large percent of the time. Call it a curse of doing your job well, call it lazy, I don't really care which, but that is how it is. So I was looking for something to do for the last hour of my shift and I was putzin around myspace and I started searching for a co-worker's site, and then, really without thinking, I went searching for my ex-wifes site, and found it.
Now, it is set to private and I am not going to ask to be added to her friends list (Me and her havn't spoken since she screwed me on the house and out of 700 dollars, not to mention tread on my heart) but it got me to thinking...WHY DO I CARE? I have no desire to speak to her. No desire to reconnect. I am happy with my life, so why do I freakin care?
It's a question I don't have an answer to, but it has been troubleing me greatly for the past 20 minutes or so. Let the psycho analysis begin.