I admit that my life is quite interesting. I get to be myself, creating art and enjoying the process being a big part. Yet I also get to meet celebrities, go to amazing places and more or less take a strong stance in who I am. Someone that I was dating about a year ago put more stress on me then I would have liked. I wasn’t enjoying myself at all and I wouldn’t be where I am without their stupidity.
Sometimes, you think that something ending is bad. You stress over it and really feel over all down in the dumps, yet it wasn’t long before I was on the other side of that. (Make that a month.) All in all, it was a good thing the relationship ended. I gain so much out of the end of that horrid mess, then when I was in it.
What’s somewhat funny is I never really even think about the person. The only time they came to mind was when they decided to venture to an event they knew I was going to be at. When they looked at me, I realized I didn’t even remember their face. It’s amazing how fleeting people can be in out lives. Making minimal impact before departing to fade into nothing. Even more interesting, is I can’t remember the details of our relationship. The whole ordeal was so uneventful, that it is as if nothing that seemed important suck with me.
