On Facebook I posted an encounter with my ex-wife. See below So! Ingrid Michaelson's song "Time Machine" is blasting out my speakers as I'm rolling slow through Redmond Town Center. Then I stop to let a pedestrian walk through a crosswalk only to realize it's my ex-wife that (thankfully) I haven't seen in years. The IRONY! It hurts! It's the one person I would dedicate this song too # sorrynotsorryatall # artimitateslife # ironyatitsbest The tone of the comments were my expectation of props for showing restraint, etc. I replied with, "You have no idea". However, what I meant was entirety different. Usually when I bump into exes the encounter is ill-timed, and coated with awkwardness. Meaning sometimes 5,000 tiny daggers stab my heart at once, or the pit of stomach tightens, or my manic level hits the roof, my blood boils from revenge or my sadness envelopes me like a winter's blanket. This time? Nothing happened. Zilch,...
My observations and thoughts while being a passenger on Spaceship Earth