Last night I had the strangest dream. I sailed away to China … Wait, that wasn’t my dream! Oh, Matthew Wilder, you and your catchy lyrics will be in my head ALL day now.
But seriously, last night I did have a strange dream–the third consecutive dream involving a guy I dated. And just as I had after the first two dreams, I woke up today unsettled and anxious.
I’m so done with these dreams.
Like, it’s time to put an end to them. It’s time to move on, for reals this time. It’s time to–DUN Dun dun–unfriend him on Facebook.
I wonder at what point in human history did moving on equate to unfriending someone on Facebook? Because I knowwwww I’m not the only one who’s done this. It’s like the digital version of burning photos.
And if you have done this, then you know that the only thing worse than being Facebook friends with your ex is the thought of NOT being Facebook friends with your ex. Because, like, you might not know that the girl he friended on Facebook last week liked his profile pic. And therefore you might not hurl yourself into a pit of self-loathing because she is, like, sooo skinny.
Well when you say it like that …
And just like that, a weight is off my shoulders. It’s strange that something so seemingly trivial can have such a huge effect. But it does. Seeing him online, having a new photo he posted pop up in my News Feed, reading about all the new female “friends” he has–it’s just all too much. As silly as it sounds, it’s just too damn much. And it keeps you tethered to the past.
I don’t want to be tethered to the past. I made a vow to myself many months ago to live consciously and wholeheartedly. And what I’ve been doing by hanging into this person is not allow myself to fully embrace my present, which is fucking awesome, by the way.
I’m off to the beach now with two of my favourite people in the world, so I’ll leave you with this, because, like, ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride.