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Have just been informed by a mutual friend that Ex-Boy and his New Girl have returned from Germany--though I didn't think to ask whether this was permanent or temporary. (I thought she'd had a job there for a year, and it's been far less than that.) At the time, it simply seemed odd that I'd been talking with the Lily (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mllelaurel) and the Pooka (pookit) about whether Ex-Boy and I would wind up heading in the friend direction at some point, and I was saying that his being in Germany was, uh, prohibitive. Cause, y'know, Germany.
(With the exception of often fleeting netfriends, I don't do long-distance well, even with friends or family, never mind Relationships.)
At the time I heard the news, I honestly didn't give it much thought, but then as I was driving home and getting stuck behind 29382479837 idiots and/or buses, it occurred to me--dear lord, if he's local, we might run into each other or something. The thought of contacting him suddenly becomes more relevant. And WTF do I do?
Clearly I can't win. If he moves to Germany, I get pathetic about the fact that he disappeared off to live with New Girl without even telling me. If he comes back, I get pathetic about the fact that we have a slim chance of briefly existing at the same coordinates.
At least I'm not alone anymore, thank god.
Yesterday, as a result of more conversation, I was thinking about magic and other Related Things. Y'know, the things which have been pretty much dead to me since Boy became Ex-Boy. And...I don't even know. No conclusions, except realizing again that the concept of doing anything magical by myself holds no joy or appeal.
I'm going to go off and be a good girl and do my laundry and clean my room and eat my dinner and schedule my LARP now. -.-
My recent life pattern: weeks are ass, weekends are ABSOLUTELY HEAVENLY. Hrm. If only I could spread it out a little. Want...to...start...nerd...commune...*twitch*
Also? Barbarella. Just. Barbarella.
mllelaurel) and the Pooka (pookit) about whether Ex-Boy and I would wind up heading in the friend direction at some point, and I was saying that his being in Germany was, uh, prohibitive. Cause, y'know, Germany.(With the exception of often fleeting netfriends, I don't do long-distance well, even with friends or family, never mind Relationships.)
At the time I heard the news, I honestly didn't give it much thought, but then as I was driving home and getting stuck behind 29382479837 idiots and/or buses, it occurred to me--dear lord, if he's local, we might run into each other or something. The thought of contacting him suddenly becomes more relevant. And WTF do I do?
Clearly I can't win. If he moves to Germany, I get pathetic about the fact that he disappeared off to live with New Girl without even telling me. If he comes back, I get pathetic about the fact that we have a slim chance of briefly existing at the same coordinates.
At least I'm not alone anymore, thank god.
Yesterday, as a result of more conversation, I was thinking about magic and other Related Things. Y'know, the things which have been pretty much dead to me since Boy became Ex-Boy. And...I don't even know. No conclusions, except realizing again that the concept of doing anything magical by myself holds no joy or appeal.
I'm going to go off and be a good girl and do my laundry and clean my room and eat my dinner and schedule my LARP now. -.-
My recent life pattern: weeks are ass, weekends are ABSOLUTELY HEAVENLY. Hrm. If only I could spread it out a little. Want...to...start...nerd...commune...*twitch*
Also? Barbarella. Just. Barbarella.