My head feels kinda kinked up today …
When I left rehearsal last night there was an unfamilair truck that had pulled across some spaces in the parking lot. I didn’t really pay attention but once I pulled out onto the street I noticed that the truck was pulling out behind me. When I made the left turn onto the next street, I was looking in the mirrors and the truck started to look familiar.
“Oh crap. It’s the Evil One (who I haven’t really seen for six months or more). He’s following me.”
At this point my brain went into overload.
“Is he coming to visit me?”
“Why is he lurking in the theater parking lot?”
“Oh shit. He’s somehow found my blog and read it.”
“Holy shit! Now he’s gonna beat the crap outta me!”
The truck stays behind me at a distance until we reach the road that leads to my house.
“Okay. Remain calm if the truck turns left.”
I turn left and truck keeps on going straight.
I know what you’re thinking at this point … that I am totally crazy. Well maybe. Fact is that I have been having a little bit of trouble thinking out the Evil One situation. He kept telling me that I was one of his best friends and he didn’t want to loose our friendship. I wonder if that was really true. He’s steadily dating someone now. Since that has started I don’t hear a peep from him past the “Hello” we have exchanged when I have seen him at the theater (that’s only been twice since last summer). I gave him attention. Now that he’s getting it from someone else it makes me think that his need for my friendship/attention was a passing thing. I was good until someone better came along.
Hell … I am probably over thinking all this.
Hell … It probably wasn’t even him last night.
Want me to kick his ass for you? Huhn.
But seriously – are you safe? He wouldn’t try anything ‘bad’ would he? ….oh, now i”m like a momma chicken worrying over her chick, cluck cluck.
No needs to worry … but I appreciate it!
Weird… What do you think he was doing there? Is the person he is steadily dating the one known as “boobsicle”? I think it’s totally funky that he would just be out there in the parking lot and then follow you partway home. F*ckwittage.
“Boobsicle” hadn’t heard that name in a long time! And yeah, why would he have been there, she had already left. hmmmmmm
Meh … It probably wasn’t him anyway. I think I might just be super c-r-r-razy.
Plus! Good to see tomejones again and not surly pregnant lady!
you are super c-r-r-razy, but you are also still GOOD and sane. If it was him, it’s his issue, not yours. Hell, speed up next time and let him work for your friendship.
Evil’s so vain.
He probably thinks this blog is about him.
Anyway, no one who calls you friend is gonna f**k you over the way Evil did. If you want more pain, go for it. If you want to live your life without being jerk around and used, let Evil go. It’s your choice. In addition, it’s my understanding you have a New Beetle now. That’s why we drive sports cars. Hit the gas, go through some serious turns, and lose whoever is following you. It’s awesome; trust me.