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Unrealized mutual baby crushes gone bad. But, I was a good girlfriend, and it never occurred to me to glance around and see what else was going on in the world. And that’s good. You can’t regret that. You can’t regret being a decent, faithful, honest person even it it later blows up in your face. About this time I realized that I had become seriously hooked on the high of being pissed off all the time. I was a rage addict. I had kept everything so pent up for so long in order to avoid rocking the boat that the thrill of being openly angry was beginning to interfere with [...] What’s weird is when you have a break up like that, it’s not just the past that disappears, it’s the future, too. I never obsessively plotted out, “OK, we’ll have 2.5 kids, and then we’ll get a golden retriever and you’ll be a lawyer and I’ll join the Rotary and we’ll ski in Vermont for [...] Going a little font crazy with the Performa 400. It took a long time to draw all those little squares. I actually remembered this as being dirtier than it is, which just tells me that I drop the f-bomb exponentially more often than I did 10 years ago… The lesson here is not to get yourself all bent out of shape about trivial crap. No one was asking me to act so lame, or suggesting it, I acted lame and wasted my life all on my own, because I thought that’s what being a good girlfriend should be. I never, once, in four [...] |
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