March 17, 2009
http://ohsweetjeebus.tumblr.com/
posting here from now on... mostly because the interface is easier to work with and it let's me merge a bunch of communication "tools" into one (I use the term loosely. Especially in reference to twitter). Anyway, catch y'all on the flip side.
March 16, 2009
March 13, 2009
March 11, 2009
the problem with the internetz
"...I think the problem was/is that your maturity level is far beyond his, and I'm not sure if it would have ever caught up. Plus, he never really deserved you..." - Rob
Notes like these, are one of the many reasons that we're friends. I needed to hear this. More importantly, I needed to hear it from someone who was there all along.
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Let's all just admit that Facebook, can sometimes be detrimental to one's mental health. I don't really miss the guy that this note refers to. It was a long, long time ago and we've both moved on. But this is where Facebook screws with you. A photo gets posted. One that reminds you of what you saw in them at the start. Before it got complicated and broken, there was that something.
With past relationships, it can be hard when you're reminded of the something. It makes your heart ache just a little. Historically, for me, it's been easier to demonize him. To pretend like the mess that got made was all his fault and there wasn't anything remotely redemptive about who he was as a person.
And yet.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I knew that it simply wasn't true. Following the initial break up, there were a few years of randomly making out before finally (and inexplicably), I knew that we were really done. His character, like mine, was comprised of his good traits walking hand-in-hand with the bad. I dated him because he made me laugh, because I was fiercely attracted to him and finally, because the person I thought he would one day be, was a person worth loving. This is where the fault is mine. I dated who I thought he might become. Not who he was then.
The photo reminded me of the something. Rob was there to remind me of everything else.
Notes like these, are one of the many reasons that we're friends. I needed to hear this. More importantly, I needed to hear it from someone who was there all along.
-------
Let's all just admit that Facebook, can sometimes be detrimental to one's mental health. I don't really miss the guy that this note refers to. It was a long, long time ago and we've both moved on. But this is where Facebook screws with you. A photo gets posted. One that reminds you of what you saw in them at the start. Before it got complicated and broken, there was that something.
With past relationships, it can be hard when you're reminded of the something. It makes your heart ache just a little. Historically, for me, it's been easier to demonize him. To pretend like the mess that got made was all his fault and there wasn't anything remotely redemptive about who he was as a person.
And yet.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I knew that it simply wasn't true. Following the initial break up, there were a few years of randomly making out before finally (and inexplicably), I knew that we were really done. His character, like mine, was comprised of his good traits walking hand-in-hand with the bad. I dated him because he made me laugh, because I was fiercely attracted to him and finally, because the person I thought he would one day be, was a person worth loving. This is where the fault is mine. I dated who I thought he might become. Not who he was then.
The photo reminded me of the something. Rob was there to remind me of everything else.
March 9, 2009
Dear Face,
Nose is about to raise a white tissue flag and truthfully, I can't blame her. Even Teeth are protesting the current state of affairs. They're aching like wounded soldiers and it's all your fault, Face.
Please, I beg you, stop taking your cues from lactating mothers and leave the leaking of fluids to them. I'm fond of you, but I don't know how much longer I can tolerate these shenanigans.
-s-
Please, I beg you, stop taking your cues from lactating mothers and leave the leaking of fluids to them. I'm fond of you, but I don't know how much longer I can tolerate these shenanigans.
-s-
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