Thursday, November 13, 2008

This Tangled Web We Weave, No. 2

Alright, it's now official:

the Internet is the Devil's Playground.


I toted up the big board, and can pretty safely say that I now,
officially,
am "in contact" with, and corresponding with,
every woman [save 1 1/2*] I ever dated more than three times.


That's right -- every failed relationship is
an ongoing relationship.


Whether they were childhood sweethearts, punk rock posturing [or pining], poetic dalliances, wives, mistresses, or mailing list pals, for some reason either I, or they, have kept or gotten in touch.

For a fucked-up guy like me, having their memories roll around in my head was bad enough. In fact, one prominent ex remained, and remains, a voice in my head. A voice I associate with pleasure and good times, but one whose voice is actually almost always telling me how misguided or fucked-up my [insert action or decision here] is.

Now I get the joy of really receiving that input, without the protective filter of my own head.

*sigh*

It's nice to have the contact, I guess -- in some ways, it's weirdly reassuring to remain in touch with someone who was mainly just a face from a musical period, or someone I couldn't really get to know because I was too screwed up at the time we went out.


But goddammit, it's tiring.
* the one is a prominent "love of my life" whom I actually abhor. I abhor her, and don't want to even mentally associate with the "me" who was in that relationship. Icccch.
The half is an "exotic dancer" [i.e. stripper] whom I befriended/dated -- an aspiring resteraunteur, actually -- with whom I'm in contact, but with whom I actively avoid contact. Too . . . wacky. Which is to say dangerous.
Like they're not all dangerous, considering how stupid I am.

2 comments:

Mister Parker said...

* the one is a prominent "love of my life" whom I actually abhor.

It's Juliana Hatfield, isn't it ...

Sigmund Freud said...

Not a chance; Juliana is still the love of my life!