I'm back at my parents' house. The whole place smells like paint.
I don't know if everyone gets like this, but sometimes I'll think I'm so sure of a decision I've made until I'm presented with a glimpse at the alternative.
Greg and Marissa called me to see if I wanted to lay in some grass with them today, which I thought was the most appealing offer to see someone I've had in a long time. Marissa and I spent a while trying to discern whether a girl reading on a blanket some ways away was this girl she was supposed to call. I had to go back to my apartment to find my toothbrush after less than an hour.
None of the relationships I have right now are satisfying. I think it's part to do with the fact that I'm splitting my time between two seperate places, each with its own set of friends and rules and memories, and part to do with something else I haven't figured out yet. Whatever it is, the ex-boyfriends have detected it like blood in the water and have come crawling out of the woodwork intending to re-evaluate the circumstances. I'm not interested.
Tomorrow is Caity's birthday. On Friday, one of her good friends died in a car crash. We were supposed to be going bowling with about twenty of her friends who I don't really know, but, instead, I'm taking Caity out to a one-on-one dinner. I don't know what to expect.
I'm almost excited to go to work tomorrow, if only to focus on something not related to anything else in my life.
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"Whatever it is, the ex-boyfriends have detected it like blood in the water and have come crawling out of the woodwork intending to re-evaluate the circumstances."
ReplyDeleteperfect description for that.
isn't it crazy how guys are always interested at the same time? especially exes.
ReplyDeletei'm really sorry to hear about your friend's friend. i hope you are able to comfort her in some way.