Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Letting go Version II

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Sometimes I envy Hubs.

Not in the I-wish-I-had-a-penis-so-that-I-could-sit-on-the-couch-and-play-xbox-or-computer-games-until-4:30 in the morning-belch-when-I-feel-like-it-and-leave-stink-bombs-in-the-car-for-my-wife kind of way.

Obviously. Ew.

No, what I envy about Hubs is his amazing ability to let go. He no longer feels bitter over his despicable Exes. He doesn't secretly wish that his grade four crush would find him on Facebook to notice how sexy he has become. No longer does he feel the pangs of teenager regret.

Oh to have this skill! I have a hard time letting go!

Remembering kills me sometimes. Nostalgia leads to aching.

I am gearing up to my Facebook clean out. Why am I friends with my fourth grade crush?! Why do I constantly double check my profile picture to make sure I look as thin and beautiful as possible? It is ridiculous! I need to clean them out. I need to be able to let go. I need the courage to know that once I release them, I won't ever need them.




I have everything I have ever needed. So cest la vie

4 comments:

ScoMan said...

The inability of the female of the species to move on has often left me perplexed.

Quite often a female friend will say something to me and I think I am supposed to respond with sympathy, but I usually end up responding with "Didn't that happen a week ago?"

Random Hiccups said...

I know it. Its bad news. WE love deeply. That's why we struggle. Women love deeply and thus are hurrt deeply. (or that's what I tell myself anyway! :)

Trina said...

I had a Facebook cleansing a few weeks back. It felt good and also kind of evil... :) Cest La Vie!

Hillbilly Duhn said...

I think it's true, woman tend to love deeper/longer. I know this.

But I too, need to do a facebook cleansing and rid myself of one of my old boyfriends. He's a twit. Or a douche. Gosh, you know I think he's all that and more, and the poopcycle side of crapville and frankly I don't know why I'm even nice to him...