i read an article somewhat recently about facebook becoming a haven for cheating spouses. like that it creates all sorts of marital problems and facilitates affairs between people who get back in touch after 10-20 years. before i get started on this, though, i will say that i do love facebook. despite all the crap i’ve said about it here, i really do love it. mostly because i’m back in touch with some folks that i lost touch with after college. ok, college and high school. wait. college, people from all four years of high school, and also from my parochial elementary/jr. high school. and jesus camp. and atlanta theatre. and the zoo. and really everyone i’ve ever known.
but you know what else i love? figuring out that quite a few of the guys i either had crushes on or dated when i was younger are total douchebags. now, don't get me wrong. i'm back in touch with guys who were pretty awesome, and it's nice to see that they're married and have kids and whatnot. but it's also pretty fucking spectacular to look at fb and be able to say hey! i dodged that bullet.
my favorite thing is looking back at people who were colossal, spectacular mistakes in judgment. one of the best memories i have of my brother, in terms of profound shit he's said, hearkens back to a visit he made to me in college. upon meeting the guy i was seeing at the time (can't bring myself to say boyfriend. ew.), he declared him a total and complete loser. of course, i was all LOOK. you're a teenager. what the hell do you know? and my brother was like DUDE. look at his shoes. and his jeans. LOSER. and of course, i did the noble thing and defended the hell out of this guy. told my brother that he was being shallow and blah, blah don't judge a book blah blah. and doug was all DUDE. SERIOUSLY. i'm not being rude; it's just true. you can tell he's lame. just look at him.
and you know what? he was absolutely lame. 100% lame. LAME. lamety-lame-shabop. we were possibly the worst couple ever. i can't imagine that he reads this blog, but stranger things have happened. so...if you're reading, well, you know it's true. you were totally douchey to me, and your sense of style back then was fairly lacking. also, my brother was pretty much right. you CAN judge a book by its cover. don't deny it. i mean, the way the russians picked the americans out when i was there years ago was to look at our shoes. it's proven. it works. try it sometime.
but you know what else i love? figuring out that quite a few of the guys i either had crushes on or dated when i was younger are total douchebags. now, don't get me wrong. i'm back in touch with guys who were pretty awesome, and it's nice to see that they're married and have kids and whatnot. but it's also pretty fucking spectacular to look at fb and be able to say hey! i dodged that bullet.
my favorite thing is looking back at people who were colossal, spectacular mistakes in judgment. one of the best memories i have of my brother, in terms of profound shit he's said, hearkens back to a visit he made to me in college. upon meeting the guy i was seeing at the time (can't bring myself to say boyfriend. ew.), he declared him a total and complete loser. of course, i was all LOOK. you're a teenager. what the hell do you know? and my brother was like DUDE. look at his shoes. and his jeans. LOSER. and of course, i did the noble thing and defended the hell out of this guy. told my brother that he was being shallow and blah, blah don't judge a book blah blah. and doug was all DUDE. SERIOUSLY. i'm not being rude; it's just true. you can tell he's lame. just look at him.
and you know what? he was absolutely lame. 100% lame. LAME. lamety-lame-shabop. we were possibly the worst couple ever. i can't imagine that he reads this blog, but stranger things have happened. so...if you're reading, well, you know it's true. you were totally douchey to me, and your sense of style back then was fairly lacking. also, my brother was pretty much right. you CAN judge a book by its cover. don't deny it. i mean, the way the russians picked the americans out when i was there years ago was to look at our shoes. it's proven. it works. try it sometime.
i guess my point is that i have absolutely NO IDEA how, at this stage in my life, i could look at any of these guys and think 'what if?' because, well, no. in fact, FN to that. and yes, it's cheesy. but it's true. i am profoundly grateful for dave and his non-doucheyness. he is fan-freaking-tastic, and has no place in the museum of idiots who are preserved in the world of yearbooks and notes and facebook.
2 comments:
Yes. It is nice to have the perspective of time--to be able to look back and be like, "Really? I had a crush on him?"
Hooray to perspective, and to growing up, and to being satisfied with who you are with NOW!!!
I absolutely love you. When I think of the bullets I've dodged! And I love seeing you (and me) so very happy.
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