Everyone has someone they would rather not see.
And why does it always seem that when you aren’t thinking about them and totally don’t want to see them they walk back into your life?
That happened to me the other day. I ran into my ex-boyfriend.
So I was headed to the movie theater to see the original Ghostbusters (1984) as it was being rereleased in theaters.
I was so excited that I even wore my ghostbusters costume.
But then things went wrong. My theater app wasn’t working right so I had to print out my confirmation, but then of course the printer wouldn’t work.
Then I ended up getting stuck behind the theater security guy twice!
I then got stuck behind an old man complaining about the computer ticket window.
I finally reached the line and who should be in front of me? Michael.
Out of all the times in the past two years for me to run into him at the theater dressed in a Ghostbuster costume.
Sometimes I think my life could be a sitcom.
Now the last time I saw him was like two years ago and I was over him and the fact he cheated on me.
But because I don’t care doesn’t mean I want to see him. It’s like when you pass an area where a skunk has been, there is a bad stink that permeates the air and takes forever to get away from.
I had to wait behind him in line, but thankfully he was with his best friend. If he had been with the girl he cheated on me with (and later married) I don’t know if I could stop old hurts/my temper flaring up. I may have moved on, but in every path there are bumps in the road.
Anyways, I didn’t want to ruin the night, or taint it any further, so I just tried to ignore him.
Although I have to admit for a moment I felt pretty silly that after all this time I was dressed up in a costume.
But then that moment passed as I remembered how awesome I looked and how I totally rocked my costume.
And of course I saw that he noticed me and his reaction made me really upset. You see after he dumped me I went to talk to him and see if we could work it out. He acted cold and angry.
And angry after when I ran into him at the play.
And angry at the theater when he saw me.
I’m like, excuse me?
What on earth do you have to be angry about? I’m the one that was cheated on! I’m the one that was dumped. I was the best girlfriend and you were the one who messed it up. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE ANGRY! I’M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BE!
It made me angry with him all over again.
What a horrible-
It really made me want to go up to him and just teach him a lesson.
But then after that moment of anger subsided, I remembered that if we hadn’t broken up I might have gone on longer dating a guy who didn’t appreciate me.
And I’m much happier as I am now then I ever was with him.
For more on my ex, go to You Put the Ex in Extinct
For more on Ghostbusters, go to Back to the ’80s
For more Oscar Wilde, go to Over and Over Again
For more stories from my everyday life, go to My Favorite Martian