Dear Mother Nature: It’s a beautiful day. And a sign. Dear Family Dinner: I’m sorry that I was a zombie and decided not to participate in the wine, but thank you for my first meal of the day, which included bacon. Dear Cold: My nose and upper lip are chapped and this just cannot be. I have a photo shoot tomorrow and I don’t want to look crispy or tired in the photographs.
Sensory overload. I am feeling so many different emotions right about now that I honestly don’t want to get out of bed.
I can’t get out of bed because I’ve come down with the worst cold, ever. With all this additional stress on top of the heavy workload I have, my body just couldn’t fight off a friend’s cold (and she was in my apartment for probably 45 minutes total). I’m realizing that from this day forward, its all about me. And taking care of me.
Being single on Facebook is a whole other world. Here are a few pointers to all the fellas out there:
- If I’ve never spoken to you in person and I announce that I am single, stalk my page a little. You might find that I have a blog… hopefully that’s how you ended up here. Go back a couple entries. Fuck. Go back to the beginning. You’ll learn not only a little something about me but the situation I’m in. Then decide whether or not its smart to ask me out for drinks.
- If you’ve never spoken to me in person and I announce that I am single, do not hop on over to my page to message me this: “hey” or this “to piggy-back off of Chad’s post on your relationship status…I’ll buy a big bottle of wine! Whatdaya say? Hahaha” or this “is that you in the 4th prof pic?” Umm, hi and if I consume a whole bottle of wine at this point you better be fucking ready for a restraining order and a whole lotta tears and no, that’s not a photograph of me but my ex, she’s perfect, right?
- If I have spoken to you in person before and I announce that I am single, stalk my page a little. You might find that I have a blog… hopefully that’s how you ended up here. Go back a couple entries. Fuck. Go back to the beginning. You’ll learn not only a little something about me but the situation I’m in. Then decide whether or not its smart to ask me out for drinks.
I don’t know, I might be sounding a little harsh but after breaking up with my ex-boyfriend, of whom I’ve been in a relationship with since my freshman year of high school, I may need more than five minutes to rationalize what the hell is going on. Yes, I don’t want to be an old hag living in Troy with this damn cat for the rest of my life, but I also want to be able to discover who the heck I am without my ex, so that I can then give all of that to those who are in my life.
One other minor little detail that I’ve learned the past 24 hours of being single is that I have a few great friends. I don’t need to mention names but at a drop of a hat they’ve picked up the phone, they’ve brought me tea, they have driven with me all the way out to his house and back on a Friday afternoon after a long day at work to sit there just to be company as I cried and returned most of his belongings. It’s only a couple of you offering me support, but after all, that’s all I need.