OK. Seriously. I've long since resigned myself to the realization that this is not the most perfect of all possible worlds. I have now, however, decided that this is the most ridiculous of all possible worlds.
A few months back when Seattle was in the middle of some "severe" weather, I was walking across a bridge over Interstate-5. The sidewalk was covered by a half inch of wet ice. I was just thinking how it couldn't possibly be any more slippery, when I spotted a fresh banana peel right in the middle.
I recently came to the end of a five-year, mostly long-distance relationship with a woman who is finishing medical school. At the end of medical school, the nascent doctor interviews for residencies, and ranks the ones they liked. The residency program, in turn ranks the interviewees. These data are fed into a complicated "matching" process. Essentially, a letter arrives that tells the budding physician where they will spend their next 4 years.
In the last week I found out the following:
1)my ex has a boyfriend (not surprised; I even know who he is).
2)my ex has matched.
3)my ex has matched in Seattle (where I live) and will be moving here in July.
4)my ex is bringing her new boyfriend, who she can't have been dating longer than about 4 months (unless she was cheating on me, but she deserves the benefit of the doubt on that one).
How screwed up is that? 6 months ago I would have wanted nothing more than for her to match in Seattle and move here. Now she has and not only do I not want her here, but she's bringing along some dude. It's like the plot of some shitty movie. I can only hope that somewhere in the plot our hero (me, silly!) manages to get a little over-the-sweater action.
As always, I'm keeping an eye out for banana peels.
A few months back when Seattle was in the middle of some "severe" weather, I was walking across a bridge over Interstate-5. The sidewalk was covered by a half inch of wet ice. I was just thinking how it couldn't possibly be any more slippery, when I spotted a fresh banana peel right in the middle.
I recently came to the end of a five-year, mostly long-distance relationship with a woman who is finishing medical school. At the end of medical school, the nascent doctor interviews for residencies, and ranks the ones they liked. The residency program, in turn ranks the interviewees. These data are fed into a complicated "matching" process. Essentially, a letter arrives that tells the budding physician where they will spend their next 4 years.
In the last week I found out the following:
1)my ex has a boyfriend (not surprised; I even know who he is).
2)my ex has matched.
3)my ex has matched in Seattle (where I live) and will be moving here in July.
4)my ex is bringing her new boyfriend, who she can't have been dating longer than about 4 months (unless she was cheating on me, but she deserves the benefit of the doubt on that one).
How screwed up is that? 6 months ago I would have wanted nothing more than for her to match in Seattle and move here. Now she has and not only do I not want her here, but she's bringing along some dude. It's like the plot of some shitty movie. I can only hope that somewhere in the plot our hero (me, silly!) manages to get a little over-the-sweater action.
As always, I'm keeping an eye out for banana peels.
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signalnoise:
Your friend's sister must be the awesome then.
signalnoise:
Sometimes crazy is just the price of admission. 