Sunday, February 25, 2007

It's not TV. It's HBO.

My posts as of late have been a little on the crabby side. (But c'mon - The Office Overtalker totally had it coming.) And they've also been focused quite a bit on The Past. Because, evidently, that's where I'm living.

So, I'm almost embarrassed to write about this, but it's so darn absurd that I just have to.

When is the last time you turned on HBO and saw an ex?

Well, yesterday, thank you!

I was flipping channels and settled on a really moving documentary ... a documentary in which they interviewed my college sweetheart, my first love.

It was totally absurd. Thank god for my life partner, DVR, as I was able to rewind and see if that was, indeed, who I thought it was. Yup. His voice is the same. He's shaved his head, but still looks pretty much the same. I haven't seen him in 12 years, but he doesn't seem that different.

So, the whole trauma, the random remembering of trauma in his family, and now my college beau showing up on HBO of all places - well, I can't help but think that the universe is trying to tell me something. What is is that I'm not getting, one last lesson that I need to glean from this graveyard of relationships past that I need to appreciate so that I can really move forward?

Some possibilities:
Don't date tall men with fucked-up families.

Ok, so that's the only one that comes to mind immediately. I don't think that's it.

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