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"Every man's memory is his private literature" - Aldous Huxley

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Making up ones mind

Today I found out more about mister Ass-hole (which I will call him from now on, because he really is an ass).
That one friend who told a rumour about me and mister A is actually one of my good friends. So I could never stay mad at her for more than just a couple of days, not even for this.
The story really is that after New Years Eve he never wrote me back on Facebook. I don't have his number (I do, but I can't tell him, because I found it online) so I can't text him, and today it was confirmed that he has in fact read my message.
My friend told me today that she had confronted him with it, telling him that he was a jerk for not writing me back, but he refused to even admit I had ever send him anything in the first place.
Which only confirms a hunch I had earlier on when counting all the different possible ways he might feel about all this. Well, it all comes down to this:


1. He did regret spending time with me after all and doesn't care about the rumour. He doesn't want to see me again.
2. He does care about the rumour but doesn't care about me, so he will not answer.
3. He wants to see me again, but cares about the rumour so he's not sure what to do.
4. He cares about the rumour and me, and wonders if there's any truth in what has been said. He wonders if I feel as bad about him as they do and is afraid to contact me.

Ha-ha. Well, it can only be two of those, can't it? 1 or 2. He basically doesn't care for me at all.
Since yesterday I decided to get over all of this and get on with my life.

Today that promise stands even stronger.

- Yours sincerely

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