Ah, thank you! That’s a wonderful way of thinking, I’m gonna have to try it someone. 
I have more to bitch about. So Friday night, the guy tells me he’s getting back together with the ex. Then Saturday, he says they talked and it’s over. Well fine. Then he says he’s gonna take some time off but not too long, because he really likes being in relationships. (This is the type of guy who really doesn’t have to wait around; he gets his pick. He oozes charm). Then he says, “But I’m definitely not going to date someone I work with again. It’s just not worth it.”
I would chart the tremedous rise and subsequent trough of my hopes for you if possible, but just imagine a stock market chart from the day before and after the 1929 stock market crash. :rolleyes: What a fuck! We talked on the phone tonight, made plans to go see a movie soon, and he tells me that he went out to dinner with his mom last night and really liked the waitress and got her number and he really thinks she might be the “one.” I’m like, "Dude, you might wanna take a second before you rush into another relationship, but little does he care. I’m really just beating myself over the head here.
Dammit, why does he have to read poetry and be a struggling artist and be so wonderful? He’s one of the few people that get me. The sisterhood is looking better and better every goddamn day.