Jesus, that led me down a ninernet avenue I rarely visit: looking up old boyfriends/friends/people i never want to see again, but feel compelled to "check out" thier current lives.
Subsequently, I feel much better about my own.
For instance, how on EARTH did I ever date this guy?!
(For the record, I did not date the pirate. Though perhaps I would have been better off if I had.)
It's hard to believe that I was so head-over-heels for Mr. S that I lived in a one-bedroom, cat-shit-smeared-on-the-walls, scary-child-beating-neighbor apartment with two other people (an epileptic and his mother, who liked to knock me on the back of the head with her crutch) just so we could "stay together". This is the guy who broke my heart by getting back with his ex-fiancee? This is the guy that caused me to pine for months and months? THIS GUY!?
Stalking him provides me with an excellent example of why I am SO glad I am no longer eighteen.
Seeing new pictures of this old flame has caused me to completely re-evaluate my time in Virginia/D.C.. Perhaps I was blind? Perhaps I was just young? Please let me blame all of those bad choices on youth.
I suppose I could go to that old faithful, fate, and say, "Had it not been for Mr. S, I would never have found Nate." But that's bullshit. "Meant to be" is bullshit. The world is full of coincidence (call it a divine plan if you please) and sooner or later, I would have met him. (For chrissake, we were both in Alameda. There's a cap to the number of years you can live there and not meet the whole island.) It may not have been the perfect circumstance to fall in love, but I would have met him.
But still, had it not been for Mr. S, Nate might be playing Skate (for the last FOUR hours) on some other girl's couch.
The only reason I am still bored is because there are not many old boyfriends to look up on various social networks. (Likely the only disadvantage of being with Nate for ten years.) Also, the other people I want to stalk are too damn hard to find. I'm still in contact with everyone else from whom I'd like an update. (Being "friends" with the person, even if you're not that into actually being irl friends with them, is a great way to subtly stalk them and make snarky comments about them to others who do not know said person, thereby releasing the risk factor of aforemetioned snarky-stalkery-behavior.)
Left to my own devices, at this point I would usually crack a beer and turn on the tube. However, I must remain responsibly sober if I still plan to A) go down to http://oaklandlakefest.com/ today and B) check and see how the store is doing. Too bad, so sad. I'm interested in seeing some Hiero live, but I'm also lazy. I don't want to lose my dope parking spot. Walk? Then I have to walk home! Multiple hills deter me from bipedal transportation. See: Elizabeth: dictionary definition of lazy.
Hunger might motivate me. I am a little hungry. Nothing on the schedule for dinner tonight, so I've got to get creative. Perhaps I do need a corn dog, some funnel cake and a little festival action to brighten my mood.
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