No, thank you

Aug 19, 2009 17:02

So, obviously Kenny didn't work out, just in case you were wondering. He did exactly the same thing he did last time (except this time, it was after dating me for several months). Essay about it forthcoming.

I've been doing well with it. I'm obviously not happy, but at least I'm mad as well as disappointed and I haven't dissolved into a little mound of tears. In any case, I had to share this funny occurrence with you all. So I'm at my mom's house, happily not thinking about him. I decide it's time to leave and go put on my shoes by the front door, when what to my wondering eyes should appear? A book on the bookshelf. The author of which has the exact same name as my current bane. I was both amused at it and supremely annoyed at being reminded of Mr. Jerkybutt. Oh well. I'll get over it.

It's just kind of funny.

I mean, we've all had relationships end in one way or another. We've all be sad when it's happened. We've all had trouble letting it go. We've all had trouble forgetting. We've all thought that we'd forgotten when something reminded us.

Sometimes, someone walks by wearing their cologne or perfume. Or someone lights up the same kind of ciggy that they smoked. Heck, maybe you're going out to dinner with another friend and they order this person's favorite drink. You know, things that are coincidences. Someone cruises by in their same car, or on their same bike. Someone has the same walk or haircut. Then there are the other things that just seem too pointed to be coincidences. Your clock radio wakes you up with the song that was playing the first time you kissed (on the anniversary of the date, to boot). You're watching an episode of the Simpsons that ends, inexplicably, with the love song that he once sang to you (the only time he ever sang). You find a book on your bookshelf by a guy who has the same damned name.

It's just so strange, sometimes, isn't it?
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