i'm like mature or whatever...
I'm about midway through my 30th year and I'm happy to report that the promises of well-adjustment and grace under fire are for the most part true. I'm finding that I can handle life's curveballs with a bit more dignity... and no one is more shocked than I. For example, I got a random Instant Message the other day from one of the best friends of THE EX (she warrants all caps to help convey the impact and devastation unleashed on my fragile psyche several years back. I'm hoping you will all hold me to the following declaration: I really don't plan on giving her any more thought much less bandwith. However, should the topic come up again, please make note of my shorthand.)
Anyhoo, THE EX is back in town and has asked about me. I did not bother to find out what it all entails... because well, what's the point? There was a time I would have lapped up that information with the voracity of a starving person finally eating a meal. This time I surprised even myself with my blasé reaction. But fate isn't always kind to me. Much like a bird shits on a just-washed car, I always have a "character-building experience" come in and soil a rather carefree time in my life. Just a short while ago, I was boasting about the fact that I couldn't be pissy even if I tried. I should have kept it to myself.
If the unsolicited IM wasn't enough, I also ran into THE EX's friend at a bar in Park Slope the other night. I haven't seen nor heard from these people in ages and now they're on me like flies on shit. What are the chances?!?! I learned that evening that THE EX has got herself a serious boyfriend. But -- and here's where I tie in my theme of the joys of being 30 for those of you who have stuck with me so far -- upon hearing this, I only felt a slight kick in the stomach as opposed to the usual crippling depression and scary crying jags. I've got some residual sadness but not nearly what plagued me a few years ago. I'm a little pissed that reminders and updates find me like a heat-seeking missile but instead of crying "Why me?" and feeling all victimized, I'm taking it in stride. But if I could wish for impossible things, I'd ask for a memory wipe... and a billion dollars. However, I'll settle for a meaningless tryst or a nice crush. I'm still accepting applications...
Anyhoo, THE EX is back in town and has asked about me. I did not bother to find out what it all entails... because well, what's the point? There was a time I would have lapped up that information with the voracity of a starving person finally eating a meal. This time I surprised even myself with my blasé reaction. But fate isn't always kind to me. Much like a bird shits on a just-washed car, I always have a "character-building experience" come in and soil a rather carefree time in my life. Just a short while ago, I was boasting about the fact that I couldn't be pissy even if I tried. I should have kept it to myself.
If the unsolicited IM wasn't enough, I also ran into THE EX's friend at a bar in Park Slope the other night. I haven't seen nor heard from these people in ages and now they're on me like flies on shit. What are the chances?!?! I learned that evening that THE EX has got herself a serious boyfriend. But -- and here's where I tie in my theme of the joys of being 30 for those of you who have stuck with me so far -- upon hearing this, I only felt a slight kick in the stomach as opposed to the usual crippling depression and scary crying jags. I've got some residual sadness but not nearly what plagued me a few years ago. I'm a little pissed that reminders and updates find me like a heat-seeking missile but instead of crying "Why me?" and feeling all victimized, I'm taking it in stride. But if I could wish for impossible things, I'd ask for a memory wipe... and a billion dollars. However, I'll settle for a meaningless tryst or a nice crush. I'm still accepting applications...
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