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if only it were so easy

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If there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
If there is something to recall,
there was nothing to regret.
If there was nothing to regret,
there was nothing to desire.

Vera Pavlova

Where is my Depeche Mode breakup mix?

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I never said I was smart…

I was in class this evening and decided that I would take notes with my beautiful green pen. During our break, I went grab a couple of handouts from the teacher’s desk. When I returned, my pen was gone. I looked everywhere. My bags (three), my notebooks (two) my pockets (eight, it was an overall day), all turned up sans green pen. Needless to say, I was devastated.

Fast forward to now. I was getting ready for bed when I discovered my pen safely nestled in my ponytail. I’m a genius. A genius with a green pen.

item 18: finding miss meliss

While I love making lists, it is on rare occasion that I put them to use.  Shopping lists end up in the wrong bag, to do lists end up on the first page of unused Moleskines, and my 101 list seems to be going nowhere.  

On New Years Day  (okay, yesterday), I looked over to see if there were any that I might check off.  Happily, there was one:

18.  Reconnect with a long lost friend.

too many holes in my cone of silence…

In this wonderful technological age, I am confronted with too many options for communications, each one easier than the next. We can find anyone in a heartbeat. Oceans become mere puddles. The only time the world feels big is on an airplane. It isn’t like the days of yore. If I wanted, I can stay in touch with all my friends until my dying day. It is so easy. Therein lies the problem.

SighEasy.

Overnight, easy disappeared.

Last night, I said goodbye to a friend. Not just a fare thee well. See you later. Hasta la pasta. It was an institute the cone of silence, end it now for our own good, the misery is temporary goodbye. It was one of those we will never be able to explain this to anyone and get away with it so sayonara forever kind of things.

Horribly enough, this is the easy option.

So I beg of you my dear friends. How do you make someone disappear? Do you delete him from your phone? Block him from chats? Frontal lobotomy?

I’m not all Genghis Got Her Groove Back. That’s not what this is about. The difficulty of this easy relation is that somewhere along the way, the friend part became a little too… I have no idea.

I am not sure, but I think that my heart is a little broken.