fa-scin-ating
well not so fascinating...I just found some really angry poems that were written about me by an ex like seven years ago and posted on the internet. I love how some people can be so aesthetic with their crazy. Not everyone can though. I of course found out about them becuase i was hanging out with another ex of said ex (both i consider friends, they don't think the same of each other) and said something to the effect that I got through my relationship with said person pretty unscathed. COnversation from there went a little like this:
him: you mean you don't mind having angry poems written about you and posted on the internet?
me: Hmmm, I didn't know about those. I only ever saw one poem written about me after the breakup. It was pretty nice, though it wasn't really about me. but that was years later. I didn't see the angry ones.
him: yeah well there was 'ex-boyfriend who i worked with last summer' and other ones too.
me: Oh I never saw those
him: Yeah well, they're on the internet.
so yeah. Who knew. of course unable to resist i looked them up tonight. sure enough i found 2 poems that were most definitely about me. Well at least in intention. though i don't find them terribly accurate portraits. It is interesting to play ted even for a short while so someone's sylvia. It's enough to almost make me miss being 19. it was enough to motivate me to write something for posting on the internet.
in the interest of fairness same ex did write an homage to thinking he ran into me in NY (it wasn't me but some other fag who talked with his hands) that was really sweet which he sent me in a very functional attempt to restart our friendship. i wish he had posted that one on the internet. it cast me in a much more appealing light.
him: you mean you don't mind having angry poems written about you and posted on the internet?
me: Hmmm, I didn't know about those. I only ever saw one poem written about me after the breakup. It was pretty nice, though it wasn't really about me. but that was years later. I didn't see the angry ones.
him: yeah well there was 'ex-boyfriend who i worked with last summer' and other ones too.
me: Oh I never saw those
him: Yeah well, they're on the internet.
so yeah. Who knew. of course unable to resist i looked them up tonight. sure enough i found 2 poems that were most definitely about me. Well at least in intention. though i don't find them terribly accurate portraits. It is interesting to play ted even for a short while so someone's sylvia. It's enough to almost make me miss being 19. it was enough to motivate me to write something for posting on the internet.
in the interest of fairness same ex did write an homage to thinking he ran into me in NY (it wasn't me but some other fag who talked with his hands) that was really sweet which he sent me in a very functional attempt to restart our friendship. i wish he had posted that one on the internet. it cast me in a much more appealing light.