I feel great.
I waited 5 months for the girl I was seeing to come back from India, only to get dumped in a vague and nonchalant way.
Fucking wonderful. I was having a great day, I was full of energy, happy as could be that she was back. Great night at work, tons of fun, decent money, havin' a good time. She came in, ate, we left. Car ride, conversation. "I don't want to see you anymore romantically," and "I'm leaving in January, so blah blah" and "I don't want to be working with someone that I'm involved with romantically," followed by things like "I feel completely comfortable around you" and "I have a blast when I'm with you" and "I really missed you," seemingly only to serve the purpose of confusing me and contradicting everything.
What a waste of 5 months. 5 months of anxiety about whether or not things were okay with her overseas, 5 months of anticipating the day she'd come back so we could actually engage in a meaningful relationship. 5 months of not even LOOKING at another girl in a romantic way, and 5 months of blissful ignorance and the feeling that I might have finally found somebody I could have some kind of commitment to. I feel like a motherfucking chump, and I guess I should have expected it. Being dumped is pretty harsh, it turns out. The worst feeling in the world is when you feel so happy, and then someone flicks a switch and everything turns into a cold lump in your stomach.
Fucking wonderful. I was having a great day, I was full of energy, happy as could be that she was back. Great night at work, tons of fun, decent money, havin' a good time. She came in, ate, we left. Car ride, conversation. "I don't want to see you anymore romantically," and "I'm leaving in January, so blah blah" and "I don't want to be working with someone that I'm involved with romantically," followed by things like "I feel completely comfortable around you" and "I have a blast when I'm with you" and "I really missed you," seemingly only to serve the purpose of confusing me and contradicting everything.
What a waste of 5 months. 5 months of anxiety about whether or not things were okay with her overseas, 5 months of anticipating the day she'd come back so we could actually engage in a meaningful relationship. 5 months of not even LOOKING at another girl in a romantic way, and 5 months of blissful ignorance and the feeling that I might have finally found somebody I could have some kind of commitment to. I feel like a motherfucking chump, and I guess I should have expected it. Being dumped is pretty harsh, it turns out. The worst feeling in the world is when you feel so happy, and then someone flicks a switch and everything turns into a cold lump in your stomach.