Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Thoughts and ruminations on googlestalking an ex

Don't do it. Even if you think it might be okay it isn't. After the dreams of the ex recently I decided to google him and see what came up. What came up... a page about him with a link to myspace. Of course I had to follow this through to fruition. I had begun the soul destroying, I couldn't stop. The end result. He still is hot. Maybe hotter than he was oh so many years ago. Hard to say. The other end result. He could still be a jackass and he definitely is unmotivated. Not that I require a CEO or anything but oh so many years after college he should have a degree of some sort by now. (Please notice how I don't spell out how many years oh so many is because when THAT dawned on me I contemplated how hard it would be to cause myself to spontaneously combust.)

I think this was primarily prompted by a rash of recent facebook friends updating their profiles (well and becoming my friends to begin with). Everybody I knew in college and high school has a spouse and children. Ok that's probably an exaggeration, but the ones that post a lot of updates all seem to and it is forcing me to have the oh so unhealthy dialogue of "Huh, how'd she manage to find a husband?" in my head. And they all post pictures of their kids and it is so cute and it might be making me a little bitter. So for about 10 minutes yesterday I felt sorry for myself hence the googlestalking which made me more bitter. :) Isn't that how it always works? So maybe the real lesson here is Facebook is the enemy. Ahh... yes that's the real lesson.


Kate the Peon said...

It helps me (when feeling bitter about the same things (well, not the kids so much as the hubby part)) to realize that the majority of my friends who have those items are miserable and do not have the life they want to have.

That, and there's been a rash of my college friends popping up lately who are SAHMs to 3 kids. That alone makes me feel better about myself.

Stephen said...

1) Online stalking. I try very hard not to do that. Frankly, I don't really care. And when I do care, I make damned sure I am only doing it in a very strong frame of mind. I assume the worst [ego hit] when I go googling anyone.

2) I hope you are feeling better. I wanted to call Sunday night, but Ben was crashed tired as was I. Healing huggles

3) I accidentally ordered a soy latte on Sunday nite (exhausted mentally) and tried to drink it. Tasted like shite, and it got cold on the kitchen counter.