Does anybody else absolutely hate that sinking feeling that you get when you remember something that you royally made a mess of?
I was just minding my own business...settling down for the night and debating on whether I should try and find something to watch on Netflix...then, BOOM!
My brain decides to go rogue!
Brain: Hey! Know who you haven't thought of in a while? Like, seriously, over 18 months?
Me: umm...probably a good bit of people. But, I'll humor you...*ahem* who's that?
Brain: How about that really nice guy that you met at about the same time you met your last ex? Remember him?
Me: Oh no...
Brain: Yeah! You know who I'm talking about! Super nice and considerate guy...lived one state over, had the same awesomely nerdy tastes as you...artsy-type who made you smile ludicrous amounts whenever you spoke?
Me: Please, kill me now...
Brain: Yeah! See? You remember him! Why is it again that you stopped talking to him? You know, just stopped? Like a rude person?
Me: But...but...
Brian: Yeah, that's right...you certainly acted like a butt.
Me: But...distance and...
Brain: Yeah, okay. Sure. Say, why don't you get in touch with him? Phone call, email, text...carrier pigeon?
Me: ...do you think I should...
Brain: Haha! Nope! Gah, you just fall for anything, don't ya? Yeah. There isn't really any good point in my bringing him up...he probably thinks you're a terrible person and wouldn't want to talk to you. And who would blame him? I just wanted to see if you remembered him.
Me: *silently slinks off to hide in a hole*
This concludes this post. Lesson leaned? My brain is a jerk and should not be left unattended.
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