So it finally happened. I did a little too much stalkering on the old facebook and got what I deserved: My ex is “in a relationship”… Dun dun duuuunnnn… And of course I’m all reeling in shock and awfulness and a little stunned. Because as a matter of fact I have been gazing fondly in retrospect toward the good times we had in the past. I mean she was the rare type of girlfriend who adores and mildly idolizes her man. Which at the time was offset by her tendency to get ragingly upset at every expression of independence i ever made. It ended for a reason. I ended it for that reason. I was right i was right i was right. I’m trying to affirm, over here, gimme a break.
I think i have even figured out that she’s in that relationship with a dude in a minor band, one with a medium small following. I hate it! Why is it taking me so long to find a terrific girl? Hmmm? And why am I so obsessed with settling down? Prob has a lot to do with feeling like I’m getting old AND feeling isolated down here in exile.
Speaking of Exile-land, I went with some chums to a new comic book store up in…Prospect Heights? Picked up some comics (my ex turned me on to comics, of COURSE). And lo and behold, somehow it comes up that the owners (who are lovely people, very awesome in fact) are new residents in Exile City with me! Awwwwwwwesome. Some comrades in isolationville.
Starting to get a little better living down here. Love life has screeched to a nonexistent halt, but I’m also slowly building up some better social relationships with some healthier people. They also live closer than hipstertropolis.
Leave a comment if you have any comic suggestions or want to let me know you’re reading this crap.