I saw Slater last night.
It was weird.
We're both charter members of the same theatre company, and last night we had an organizational meeting. I had a feeling he'd be there, but hadn't adequately prepared myself for the weirdness of pretending nothing was wrong when clearly EVERYTHING was wrong.
So, so wrong.
And weird.
So weird and wrong that I came home and started baking bread and drinking rum (I never drink rum!) at 9:00pm.
The thing bugging me the most is: NOW what do I do about the Peru gifts? I was all set to just mail them to him, but now that I have an established place and time where I'll see him, doing so feels awkward.
By the same token, so does showing up to a meeting to hand your former-best-friend-who's-taken-to-ignoring-you a scarf and a piece of frikkin' Macchu Pichu.
ARGH.
It feels like I've been saying that a lot lately...
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Argh... Part 5,683
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3 comments:
Sweetie, why would you even bother to still give him gifts?!?
Just keep them for yourself or give them to someone much, much more deserving.
I think I agree with Deutlich, unless you think they're doing more damage sitting on your dresser and you just need them out of your life. It's awkward, but maybe give it another meeting or two and see if you can't make it less awkward to bring them later?
Agreed with the lady above. I'm really curious-- did he even offer any justification for the massive disappearance?
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