An interesting thing that comes to mind when I consider the chick from the previous post is that, I’ve talked to at least…5? Maybe more? Different girls between December and now and somehow until I finally officially X’d her off the draft pick list for this season, I hadn’t done away with her.
I chose a few months ago to stop deleting texts from women I used to talk to. I used to delete them because I didn’t want to be reminded of them.
Now, I leave them there as a reminder. And, it’s sooo useful to be able to go back in texting threads and see what was going on when, if I’ve skipped my journaling.
As I have been 🫠
So, she’ll be useful in the future in memory as a marker for where I was.
And for that, we thank you.
(Edit): I don’t note synchronicities on my journal much anymore as they’re just common and every day.
But as soon as I took her off Snapchat, blocked her number, got up off the couch and fumed back and forth a couple of times, I went onto Instagram Explore and POW.
The first real time I chose myself in a long time was leaving my kid’s mother for good. This however… Was nice.
Which spoke to me directly about that, of course, but also the greater theme I’ve been realizing of just walking away from women. No explanation, no niceties, no courtesies. If I don’t feel it, then I’m not in it.
No innuendo intended.
And, that’ll conclude that sort of ‘experiment’ happening ever again
