July 16, 2012

I just read an article on the history of mooning, and reflected that this is one of many reasons I'm happy to live in the information age - even stupid and yet strangely fascinating information such as that, at my fingertips.  Lovely.  

 Apparently, Chris really didn't know if we were officially broken up or not, and so just waited a few days to see if I'd text him, and when I didn't, concluded that we had, in fact, broken up.

My friend Heather was dating a guy for about six months, they broke up in January.  A week later, he started dating a girl who'd broken off an engagement herself in the past week. Then they got engaged a month later.  
These things work for some people, they really do.  I still find it fascinating that this got to happen, though, because if any of the above were key points in one of my relationships, my mom would lock me up and declare that I was not leaving until I agreed with her that I was acting crazeh.  

As for other things.  Haha, I got back together with and broke up with Chris this week.  And had some really good support for my rule about not talking to exes for a while after you break up :P  

To the recounting of tales!
(Don't ask where that came from, I really have no idea and it's weird.)

We missed each other, started texting on Monday, and I finally just threw caution to the winds and told him that I wanted to see him.  So we saw each other, hooked up again, and (kind of hilariously) as he was leaving that night, I grabbed him by the face and said, "Hey, you know that there's every possibility that I will wake up tomorrow and think that this was the worst idea ever, yes?  And there's just as legitimate a possibility that I will want us to get back together?"  
Chris: "I know.  But you're smart, you're rational, and you make good decisions.  I trusted your choice to break up, your decision to do this today, and wherever you decide to go from here, I trust your judgment.  I really do."  
Obviously, I felt like we should maybe give this another try.The second I told him, I had this immediate, very calm feeling that that was not a good decision.  
Haha to which I was like, "Er....but....I'll revisit that again, if this sticks around for a little."
It did, as a matter of fact, I just kept feeling really strongly  that it was not a good idea.

So I knew what I had to do, and really, really didn't want to - this back-to-Chris experience really only let me know more how much good there was in that relationship.  And subsequently remind me that I had to chuck it.  Things that suck...
 
But bahaha, please enjoy the tale of the world's weirdest break up with me.  

I told him exactly how I felt, and he said again that he trusted my judgment, even in this case.  

We then spent the next three hours on my couch joking and being stupid and telling each other all the things we'd appreciated about the relationship and each other and how happy we were that we had that experience.  Extolled each others virtues at length and in great detail, and told each other what we'd miss about each other.  We told all of our lame inside jokes and talked about how we can't hook up and how I won't be texting him for a while, to prevent this happening again.  He made me promise not to hook up with stupid guys anymore, to which I responded that I couldn't even really see the appeal anymore.  

All of this was interspersed with comments on how this is absolutely the weirdest breakup that anyone ever had.