The shittiest thing about breaking up is seeing the person again unexpectedly. Out of sight, really is out of mind. Once you’ve deleted all the pictures, letters, and FINALLY the phone numbers ... you really have no reason to think of them again ... ever. Well, you are LESS likely to think of them.
Running into them again just re-hashes all of the old crap. In fact, it pisses me off. It’s like I have to play nice just because I’m out in public ... and there is all this weird anxious-fear-type-emotion involved, like worrying about if I should be nice and say hello, or be a crazy and start a long conversation ... or what THEY think about running into ME ... etc. ... It’s like I have to plan my life around the fact that I may or may not run into a certain someone, all to avoid an awkward moment during an otherwise uneventful outing, like grocery shopping for instance. I think the next time this happens to me, I’m not even going to be fake nice, I’ll just ignore the situation and pretend not to see them ... because as previously stated, ignorance is bliss in a breakup.
