An unwelcomed ex floats back into my life..

I could write about some cool stuff right now, but I need photos to write about those things otherwise it'd be really boring. I'm way too lazy to use my own laptop, and definitely way too lazy to import pictures from my camera onto my own laptop. That's all too much effort at 2:30 AM, so I'll tell you a funny story about my first serious boyfriend.

For years he's dropped off the face of the Earth. I only saw him once after we broke up, and that was when we finally exchanged belongings a year after the seperation. No one's friends with him that's worth mentioning, no one talks to him that I know of (and I know pretty much everyone in my city's scene), and he never goes out, at least to the places I go which is pretty much everywhere worth going to in Orlando. (Except for shows, but if you're a show whore you're lame anyway.) It's pretty weird, but what do I care, right? I don't, I just think it's funny to think about sometimes.

So today I'm sitting in the movies and I get a Myspace message on my Blackberry. You can see where this is going.

"hey uhh..... you still have my Zelda game for camecube. and i have one of your games that i found in the case for Zelda. so i was wondering if it would be possible for me to stop by sometime and get that."

What the hell? How random is that? Considering all the things we, um, "shared", I think a "How are you?" is at the very least mandatory if we are to speak to each other ever again. Then again though, he did cheat on me with another girl, so that shows you how much respect he really has for me.

To be completely honest, I don't remember having any game of his, otherwise I would have returned it when I returned his ring and Metalocalypse DVD. It's not like I'm hoarding things from ex's for fun memories or anything creepy like that. Plus, even if I did have it, does he really deserve it back? Nope. Does he even need it back? Nah. He's going to be nineteen next month, he should be more worried about a future, not a video game. That's not me just targeting him, that's as a generalization for anyone that's eighteen, almost nineteen. It's time to grow up and stop being a kid, stop being petty over dumb things like video games that can easily be replaced anyway. Life is not just fun and games.

"Nah, think you've gotten enough from me, plus I have no idea what you're talking about or where something like that would even be."

He didn't like that response of course, so he dealt with it with as much maturity he's capable of: he told me okay, that it didn't matter, and to have fun drowning in my own ego. If it doesn't matter, why did you create a Myspace just to pester me over it, only to delete your new page minutes later? Ego? An ego is created by others putting you on a pedestal, I cannot control what other people do with their idea of me. Self esteem is what I can control, and that I lack. So asshole, I won't be drowning. I'm not a great swimmer, but I know how to float~.

(Me and my brother on vacation.)