I'm Boring Myself

I'm starting to bore myself with this blog. I'm actually getting tired of talking about Ex.

Not only that, but there isn't that much to say. I no longer have to see him and that is empowering, surprisingly so. I thought that when I lived alone I would feel so blue. But it's the complete opposite. I can't wait to come home every night. And when I do see Ex, all he does is tell me how good I look, which is tired because all he wants to do is fuck me and he only wants to do that because he no longer can. My heart strings don't get pulled when he's around.

I'm sure there are still some things that I have to work through with Ex, and I totally reserve the right to go crazy again, but I kinda feel like I want to talk about something else. Which makes me less inclined to talk about that something else on this blog.

I am not witty enough to talk about pop culture and current events in any original way.

I don't really want to talk about the details of my job because it's related to the theatre and that world is just way too small. I know someone who got fired for doing that.

I could turn this blog into a discussion about the purchase of my first apartment, but I don't have any life lessons or secrets of success. I'll leave that to the Rich Dad, Poor Dad guy. I think paint samples and flooring are fascinating, but I doubt any of you who read this agree.

I'm starting to date again very slowly. I'm having a blast! It's a bit anxiety-ridden, but I'm enjoying hanging out with a guy that isn't co-dependent. Again, not something I want to talk about here.

Hmmm...I think this blog has run its course. Thanks to everyone who posted comments, especially that woman from Mexico who was so encouraging.

Feel free to go through the archives to see the Hell that was the last two and a half months of my life. I like to do that every once in a while to see how far I've come...and boy, have I come a long way.

Bye!