Been almost three months....
It's been almost three months of The Single Life starring our hero. I used to post more than anyone I knew, now I try not to re-write the same post every few days.
I'm over it, in a grand sense. I can see her facebook status updates without freaking out. I almost commented on one the other day, but it doesn't serve any purpose.
As with everything else in my life, this makes me reflect. Maybe I was in love with love and not the girl. Maybe I was just clinging to old times. It doesn't really matter, but I'll turn it over in my head just for the sake of it.
This summer I've worked a bit, listened to podcasts, read a few books (not enough) seen a few movies (not enough) and got caught up on every TV show I like. It hasn't been the rebirth I'd hoped where I drop 40 pounds and re-read every book in my room, but I'm in a good place with everything in my life.
It's still weird to see her "tweets" on people's phones or to tell a story and realize that I'm just making myself sad on accident.
I went to Kansas. I like Lawrence, even if I hate KU. The drive was interesting. I finished some books on CD. I rediscovered my love of The Hold Steady. Rekindled some friendships with some old friends. Let some others drift away.
I haven't tried to watch High Fidelity recently, making this probably the longest stretch in years in which I have not seen it again, but I think it's a baby step towards being fully beyond it by not pouring salt in the wound. Not yet, at least.
A bunch of people are moving away this summer, some of which have been rock-solid members of my past and present (Steph and alexgood among them) and it sounds like everyone's feeling good about what they're doing.
My brother just ran with the bulls in Spain and drank 18 dollar beers with his girlfriend/lady-friend.
The message is that some people are busier than others, but everyone I know seems to be having a helluva time doing it. I definitely am, even if I have less to show for it these months than usual. I'm not a basketcase, and I was definitely worried about that contingency.
Now I'm gonna go watch a movie and play a game with some dudes. In a month, alexgood won't live here. You make the most of the time you have with the people you've got. I'm proud of the memories with Abby and I loved our time together. I've had this all wrong. John Darnielle would tell me "[you've] got the best of my love" but he'd also tell me that there's beauty in doing everything you can, burning the candle at every end, and just coming up short. I will live in the moment we stood in 919, the greatest place I've ever known, and shouted at Matt's giant TV playing a game called "Shout About Music."
And maybe you shouldn't base a relationship on someone who will yell about music with you and laugh at people in public, but the sight of her uncontrollable leg shake as she gloated to me brings a smile to my face, even if I never see her again.
NEW GAME START
I'm over it, in a grand sense. I can see her facebook status updates without freaking out. I almost commented on one the other day, but it doesn't serve any purpose.
As with everything else in my life, this makes me reflect. Maybe I was in love with love and not the girl. Maybe I was just clinging to old times. It doesn't really matter, but I'll turn it over in my head just for the sake of it.
This summer I've worked a bit, listened to podcasts, read a few books (not enough) seen a few movies (not enough) and got caught up on every TV show I like. It hasn't been the rebirth I'd hoped where I drop 40 pounds and re-read every book in my room, but I'm in a good place with everything in my life.
It's still weird to see her "tweets" on people's phones or to tell a story and realize that I'm just making myself sad on accident.
I went to Kansas. I like Lawrence, even if I hate KU. The drive was interesting. I finished some books on CD. I rediscovered my love of The Hold Steady. Rekindled some friendships with some old friends. Let some others drift away.
I haven't tried to watch High Fidelity recently, making this probably the longest stretch in years in which I have not seen it again, but I think it's a baby step towards being fully beyond it by not pouring salt in the wound. Not yet, at least.
A bunch of people are moving away this summer, some of which have been rock-solid members of my past and present (Steph and alexgood among them) and it sounds like everyone's feeling good about what they're doing.
My brother just ran with the bulls in Spain and drank 18 dollar beers with his girlfriend/lady-friend.
The message is that some people are busier than others, but everyone I know seems to be having a helluva time doing it. I definitely am, even if I have less to show for it these months than usual. I'm not a basketcase, and I was definitely worried about that contingency.
Now I'm gonna go watch a movie and play a game with some dudes. In a month, alexgood won't live here. You make the most of the time you have with the people you've got. I'm proud of the memories with Abby and I loved our time together. I've had this all wrong. John Darnielle would tell me "[you've] got the best of my love" but he'd also tell me that there's beauty in doing everything you can, burning the candle at every end, and just coming up short. I will live in the moment we stood in 919, the greatest place I've ever known, and shouted at Matt's giant TV playing a game called "Shout About Music."
And maybe you shouldn't base a relationship on someone who will yell about music with you and laugh at people in public, but the sight of her uncontrollable leg shake as she gloated to me brings a smile to my face, even if I never see her again.
NEW GAME START