But I laughed so hard when I watched these I had to share.
This one is bad quality-wise, but made me laugh, even if I identify with the bitter roommate on the phone with her mom more than those mackin on the Love Sac.
(Thanks Jamie, you made my day with these!)
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Friday, December 10, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
To add, or not to add, that is the question.
As my students take their semester 1 finals I check my email. Advertisement, advertisement, email from Mom, Facebook friend request.
From Him.
A boy I loved at 18.
A boy who hurt me.
A boy I'd washed my hands of, but here he is, begging me to add him as a friend.
"Let's catch up!" he says. Catch up on what? How I've managed to go on living without you telling me how to do every little thing? On the "good times"?
"Please, please, please add me!" he begs. Over 15 years have passed and yet, I still feel the tug to capitulate. I am such a pleaser, and he seems to remember that. How can it be that I still care what this person thinks of me? Never mind the fact that he was emotionally abusive; I feel the need to make him happy once again.
and the kicker:
"I finally found you!" Here's the master stroke. The winning line. He's been searching for me, you see. I have been on his mind. Suddenly I'm 18 again and here's this boy who NEEDS me.
What can it hurt? It doesn't mean anything. I mean, look at all of the other people I've added. I comfort myself that he's unhappy and looking for old friends, that I'm in a much better place than him.
I add him as a friend. My stomach roils.
I look at his profile. Married. Three kids.
It hurts just to see his face.
Why did I do this? Does it mean I'm weak that he can hurt me just by existing? Would it be a sign of weakness to remove him now that I've added him?
Suddenly, I'm back in Melissa's truck parked next to him at a red light pretending to laugh so that I don't cry.
What do I do if he sends me a message? What if he wants to apologize? What does he want from me?
I don't care if it means I'm weak. I remove him from my list of "friends". As meaningless as that word has become I can't have him there.
My stomach settles.
Back to the finals.
From Him.
A boy I loved at 18.
A boy who hurt me.
A boy I'd washed my hands of, but here he is, begging me to add him as a friend.
"Let's catch up!" he says. Catch up on what? How I've managed to go on living without you telling me how to do every little thing? On the "good times"?
"Please, please, please add me!" he begs. Over 15 years have passed and yet, I still feel the tug to capitulate. I am such a pleaser, and he seems to remember that. How can it be that I still care what this person thinks of me? Never mind the fact that he was emotionally abusive; I feel the need to make him happy once again.
and the kicker:
"I finally found you!" Here's the master stroke. The winning line. He's been searching for me, you see. I have been on his mind. Suddenly I'm 18 again and here's this boy who NEEDS me.
What can it hurt? It doesn't mean anything. I mean, look at all of the other people I've added. I comfort myself that he's unhappy and looking for old friends, that I'm in a much better place than him.
I add him as a friend. My stomach roils.
I look at his profile. Married. Three kids.
It hurts just to see his face.
Why did I do this? Does it mean I'm weak that he can hurt me just by existing? Would it be a sign of weakness to remove him now that I've added him?
Suddenly, I'm back in Melissa's truck parked next to him at a red light pretending to laugh so that I don't cry.
What do I do if he sends me a message? What if he wants to apologize? What does he want from me?
I don't care if it means I'm weak. I remove him from my list of "friends". As meaningless as that word has become I can't have him there.
My stomach settles.
Back to the finals.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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