So it has been almost 4 months since I broke up with my girlfriend of almost 3 years. In this time period our calls were few and far between, understandibly so, because we were both figuring things out. It came to my attention recently (via evil-mail) that she has since found another person to spend her time with. I believed I was ready for this conversation, to discuss our relationships with other people.
Well....I was dead wrong. I got off the phone and felt just plain bad. Now I will do something I am not prone to do often, and that is to be mean and make fun of him on purpose. First things first. His name is Ranald Ives Cummings. Normally, I might pity the fool, but in this scenario, I laugh at his ridiculous name. He is the lead singer of a band called the Walnut Street Gang. And you know what...they suck. I've never liked punk, and I like this a lot less than I like most punk. Which is a lot. Maybe the fact that he's a lead singer of a band just pisses me off, because I always thought I could be a lead singer of a band, but I'm not. For some reason I have a strong desire to quickly pursue this goal and then blow his pants off at some Battle of the Bands.
Where is all this animosity coming from? I don't know, but it's there. I've never even met the guy. But just knowing that he's with the woman that was the other half of ME for close to three years makes me feel gross. I didn't compare her to any of the "romantic exploits" as they can only be desribed, that I have had since we seperated, but I couldn't help feel that she was secretly pointing out, the various ways of how he is better than me. And I just don't like how that makes me feel.
And to top it all off, he's an actor or something too. He wants to move to NY or something ( to make it big as an actor? Good luck with that one! ), and they will be here for a few days next month. And she wants to see me, and I'm sure he's part of that package. Well, I'm not even sure I'm going to be in the country then, so I offered my place to them (read HER) to stay at. Honestly, I hope I'm not here, so I don't have to look at his face and pretend to be nice. Because even though he has done me no ill will, and is probably a perfectly normal person, I have a feeling I will punch him in the face.
Alright, alright! I won't punch him in the face, but just thinking about it makes me feel a little better.
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