I don’t burn bridges, I burn calories
Running has always been my passion, ever since I discovered that running can help me burn calories faster and it is less expensive than getting some gym membership. But no, we are not going to talk about running (let’s talk about it when I’ve already achieved my desired weight).
Lemme tell you about how hard it is to burn bridges. When you’re single, you think there are billions of people in the world. But when you finally like someone, the world is reduced to you and those who matter to you. Maybe that is the same logic as to why getting over someone or forgetting someone who shared a special moment with you.
There’s this guy I “dated” on and off for almost three years. “Dated” is defined as going out exclusively for the said date. So after years of going out and spending time whenever his schedule permits, I decided to throw in the towel. Having influenced by Delamar of “THE morning rush”, I decided that I don’t and won’t need guys I dated since I have a lot of friends. Hence, burning some important and worthless bridges (let us not identify which is which).
One soul, however, still couldn’t get it. Three attempts of friend-ing and unfriending me on facebook wasn’t enough for him to get the message. So for the last time, I added him, chatted with him and told him the point before unfriending him for the 4th (and hopefully) the last time. My message: why go out with me when you have someone else in mind? Why did you give me false hopes when you already have someone? why keep me on your network when you’re already taken?
Answers to those questions are no longer necessary. Yes, stalking is fun for the bored and the bitter heart. But at the end of the day, marinating in the memory of something I will never have again is worse than thinking endless what-might-have-beens. Or maybe not.
The advent and power of social media allowed me to vehemently promote my presence and unfriend those poor souls. However, their presence couldn’t be completely ignored. Among the millions of users of social networking sites in the world, you’re still bound to get news feeds, pictures, etc from them whether you like it or not, because the world is small enough to orchestrate things and allow you to have an encounter with you and your ex-something’s mutual friends.
Oh dear, 3 years is such a waste of time. And so is eleven months in a bad romance. I rest my case.
