Thursday, January 27, 2011

May the fail be with you.

I'm not totally sure what just happened but it involved a really intense conversation that turned into a fight and then turned into a breakup of a relationship that wasn't quite a relationship.
We were like the little relationship that couldn't.
 And now I am sitting here wondering, is it possible to get a fever from stress? Because I have one right now, and it happened right after the "have a nice life" email.


So, I just mentioned that this occurred over email, which means I had plenty of time to take a shower, come back, dry hair, get dressed, you know -- get ready for the hot date with my shovel to dig my car out from last night's epic snowfall.

Somewhere in the middle of the vexation part, I began a maniacal hair-curling session.

I had been fidgeting for his response when I suddenly noticed the tiny thin rods tucked away in my set of curlers that I'd never used before. Huh, I wonder what that would look like? Girls I know with tight curls always look so cute, lemme try. There was nothing on my agenda that would be affected by a bad hair day so why not.

Well, here's why not:
FAIL. Almost me, except I have dark hair
and the heart shape would be broken & bleeding.
Um. It was a DISASTER. It wasn't even fit for a snow-shoveling appearance down the asphalt runway in front of my tiny unit. I threw my fried locks back in a FAIL ponytail and headed outside to battle with the heavy white stuff.

The last exchange had been approaching a bitter note and so I stepped into his stressed-out shoes and thoughtfully (at least attempted) to cull together a string of "I" statements, hoping to offset the mood.

But it, uh, didn't work so well. 

EPIC FAIL
I find your lack of win disturbing.
May the fail be with you.
This is basically how the rest of the conversation ensued:



Him:








Me:











Him:


Me:









Him:














Yeah, see? This was awesome. We are so mature.
YOUR LIFE
An Apocalyptical Failure
Seriously Man, Even Homer Facepalmed.

Or, more like FACEPALMED with all caps:

 Jesus may even have been facepalming at this one:


 We ended on a sweet and terrible note. "Talk to you next year!"

The care packages I started to put together and letters I started to write, things I put together to send this boy while deployed, I don't know what to do with any of it now.

He indicated he didn't want to hold me back, be a burden while he was gone. He won't let me stay attached.

I never could really tell if that was man-code for "wahoo, I'm off the hook!" or if he really wanted to "set me free." And now I'll never know.

2 comments:

  1. These pictures really do speak louder than words.

    Sounds like it's neither "I'm off the hook" or "set me free" but more "letting go for a while."

    If you still feel the same next year, then revisit your relationship. In the mean time, just let go and embrace failure full force!

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  2. @Nguyet: <3<3<3<3<3<3
    My 2011 motto: embrace teh fail!

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