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Some believe that Newton's First Law of Motion also applies to girlfriends. It states that an object at rest will remain at rest as long as no external, unbalanced force is acted upon it. Geeks use this law to rationalize not taking you out on dates, believing that if you like them on Tuesday, and they do not move you, you will still be there and like them the following Tuesday.
Then I remember he opted out of this courtesy when he walked away. I remember that he would not do the same for me, that he isn't even my friend anymore.
So I don't email and I don't text. I only hope, from a distance, that he recovers quickly because being sick when you're alone sucks.
I am hanging out in South Philly tonight with friends willing to distract me. Which is good, because I had it in my head that I was going to set some marker in my path today that read, "Here lies dead my lost love," and keep walking. Ha. I linger here still.
There is a baby screaming next door and as I try to fall asleep on this familiar bed at Julia's, I remember that there are earplugs in my purse. Then I recall why they are there, and I am derailed emotionally.
Two men have told me this week that I'm beautiful, but I don't believe them. The first one was old enough to be my father, and he said so and was married and it wasn't as creepy as it sounds--we were standing in line at World Cafe Live, during the intermission, to buy Joe Robinson's CD, and he'd had a few drinks and was apologizing in a delightful Aussie accent for being obnoxious even though he really wasn't. The second guy said it a few hours ago when Julia joked that I should probably consider dating chicks, what with my luck with guys abandoning me, and Sue's friend Matt commented that didn't seem right for a beautiful girl like me...
It actually makes it harder when random people tell me I'm beautiful or smart or worthwhile. Why couldn't the people I love (my dad? Brian?) think so too? Am I really just that easy to leave?
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There is one thing to be done with photographs, postcards from trips, and meaningless trinkets from your failed relationship: make a collage entitled “Back When You Had a Soul” and burn it someplace symbolic. You can also just throw them out or hide them in a closet with the rest of your old relationship shit that you’ve kept to remind yourself that once, someone accidentally thought that they loved you.HAHA. HA.