An Odd Reality
You know, I try my best to avoid drama at all costs. I know we all have it. No matter how far we run, how well we hide, or how much we try to please everyone, we all have drama from time to time.
Some of you may know I’m rather good at avoiding drama. I don’t let shit get to me. I believe in the power of meh. Just say ‘meh’ shrug it off, and move on with your life. It’s helped me cope with a lot of shit in my life, and almost all drama I face.
Yet, here recently, I was faced with some drama I just couldn’t handle. The type of drama I’m known for being damn good at avoiding… I’m talking of course of women. If drama occurs with one of my girls, I just shrug, drop her like a hot rock and walk off. That or I just don’t care enough to let it effect me.
Unfortunately, a few months ago I was seeing this one girl whom I actually fell for. This is a once in a decade thing (Literally, if I take count from all the women I’ve fell for) So, we date for a bit, and then outta left field she breaks up with me. I thought it a bit odd, but I rationalized it with every little thing I did wrong and came to the conclusion I did something wrong. Instead of letting it go, I let the heartache get to me. I drank…. Allot. Went into a bit of depression and tried frantically to get her back with no avail.
So, recently, I was surfing the net, and I read a blog from her, and in her blog she was talking about her and her new fiancée…. Hmm… Wow. Thank you freight train.
Apparently, I was just a flavor of the month. As her own brother put it. (So I can’t deny I wasn’t warned) I find it slightly odd that in less then 90 days, she is engaged to another man. Now, I could see dating… that’s only fair. But engaged? Wow.
I somehow feel its karma coming back on me for all the women I dropped on a whim. But at least I didn’t get engaged to the next one. *lol
I somehow feel a completion to this now. As well as a somewhat empty remorse for my self-pity from it all. I kept kickin’ my own ass for thinking I messed it up, when it wasn’t me to begin with. I feel a strange sense of being at peace with this whole thing now…
Some of you may know I’m rather good at avoiding drama. I don’t let shit get to me. I believe in the power of meh. Just say ‘meh’ shrug it off, and move on with your life. It’s helped me cope with a lot of shit in my life, and almost all drama I face.
Yet, here recently, I was faced with some drama I just couldn’t handle. The type of drama I’m known for being damn good at avoiding… I’m talking of course of women. If drama occurs with one of my girls, I just shrug, drop her like a hot rock and walk off. That or I just don’t care enough to let it effect me.
Unfortunately, a few months ago I was seeing this one girl whom I actually fell for. This is a once in a decade thing (Literally, if I take count from all the women I’ve fell for) So, we date for a bit, and then outta left field she breaks up with me. I thought it a bit odd, but I rationalized it with every little thing I did wrong and came to the conclusion I did something wrong. Instead of letting it go, I let the heartache get to me. I drank…. Allot. Went into a bit of depression and tried frantically to get her back with no avail.
So, recently, I was surfing the net, and I read a blog from her, and in her blog she was talking about her and her new fiancée…. Hmm… Wow. Thank you freight train.
Apparently, I was just a flavor of the month. As her own brother put it. (So I can’t deny I wasn’t warned) I find it slightly odd that in less then 90 days, she is engaged to another man. Now, I could see dating… that’s only fair. But engaged? Wow.
I somehow feel its karma coming back on me for all the women I dropped on a whim. But at least I didn’t get engaged to the next one. *lol
I somehow feel a completion to this now. As well as a somewhat empty remorse for my self-pity from it all. I kept kickin’ my own ass for thinking I messed it up, when it wasn’t me to begin with. I feel a strange sense of being at peace with this whole thing now…