This past weekend I did a whole lot of returning to the past — which I’m realizing is NOT a good thing. Sold a guitar (I never learned to play) that was birthday present from an ex, met up with the friend of the dude that severely broke my heart after said ex … ah and then I reconnected with the last guy to really, really show appreciation for me — then oops! He over-did it again.
It’s been three months since I told (let’s call him) “Ronnie” that I needed space and am absolutely not interested in a relationship … Ok, so I never told him I’m not interested in a relationship of any kind — but I belong to the school of “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” with a major in “Actions speak louder than words,” so when I’m ignoring you, not wanting to see you, and should I be forced to see you — being totally indifferent and otherwise an asshole … It’s because I really don’t like you.
Well after very much bitching out (ie deleting me from a social network’s friend list) and disappearing a few months I decided to send him a friendly “hello” — not “hello, now I want all the things I didn’t before,” just… “hi!” (I really thought he’d want to be just friends..) Now, in less than a week, I’m back to this awkward situation.
I’m definitely not above playing the role of “Ronnie.” As a matter of fact, I know I’m just as annoying about that unrequited love … Still, at some point it’s time to stop reliving the past.
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