... Ghost and Demons ...

Basically what it feels like running into ex's on metro

Have you ever been minding your business on a snowy Saturday afternoon, catching up on some light reading, or maybe re-watching episodes of The Mindy Project  and your phones goes off completely interrupting your blissful laziness, and not to mention ruining your whole day ( dramatic I know - but those 90 seconds aren't ones you can get back)?

This past Saturday I was doing just that. It was so blistery outside, I decided to take refuge in my humble abode, and catch up on French fashion magazines, drink my tea and mind my business. But a blast from the past, the most gruesome of ghost decided that day he would come around haunting. I speak of none other than the naked man.  If you would like to know about the naked man,  you can get you a piece of that thrilling tale here. Its way to dreadful to retell. 

I watched the phone ring and his name appear, and I turned the phone on vibrate and put it away on a shelf. The further from me the better right? Who ever said tricks are for kids wasn't lying. That phone just buzzed and buzzed like you would NOT believe. Finally after umpteen missed calls and a bevy of un-answered texts, I decided that if he did in fact call again I would answer. Not because I particularly cared what he had to say, but maybe confronting him and telling to get lost would be better than simply ignoring him. 

My prayers were answered when the phone started ringing again. "I've been calling you, I need to talk to you" came through the other line. Not a "Hi", not "How have you been?" not even a "thanks for answering this is urgent I'm on fire"! Timidly, I responded " What's up?" I couldn't imagine that I could be of any service to V as I doubted that he could even remember me - and when I asked him that he just laughed into the phone, "of course I do - you ran out of my apartment, and sent me a long text message, saying I was an asshole." Fine so he remembered me - and I softened like butter on a hot day. Trying my hardest not to be completely gullible I asked again what he wanted. Turns out - once an asshole - always an asshole. Some folks never change and when V said he just "wanted to know if I'd come over to see his new place" I knew that he hadn't changed his stripes at all. I've said it once, and I think it bears repeating. Once someone shows/tells you who they are and what they're about - its up to you to take heed. You can either accept the bullshit they're going to feed you  OR you could not and tell them where they can go. I've been on a new kick this year, where I've been doing things that only suite me. So you can imagine how quickly V was introduced to my best friend tone... dial tone!

Later that week, after a particularly long Wednesday I was again, minding my business, and jamming to my ipad, when B walks onto my train. I know living on the same train line as him is borderline suicidal. As we work on different schedules I never imagined I'd see him on there. Not that I haven't wanted to when my hair was extra fabulous, and my skin glowing and my outfit just right, basically like my sister, Beyonce. Needless to say, Wednesday was NOT that day. I looked normal, not amazing, but nothing is better than seeing the last guy who - to borrow a line from Girls - treated your heart like monkey meat, looking so fresh, its FRASH (btw - I'm copywriting Frash, you are served, by me, queen of dopeness). He had the NERVE to talk to me. I wish I could be one of those women, who can be friends with their ex's - but I'm not. He came in tried to give me a kiss, and I graciously turned my face away. 

It was on the top of awkward moments of my life; and there have been more than a few.   

So how do I wrap this enormousness of awkwardness up - by running off the train before it comes to a complete stop. Dangerous yes, but nothing is more dangerous than being in close quarters next to someone that makes me feel really bad about caring that much. 

So what's the conclusion to this shitty week. Ghost, demons, they're real ya'll. They come in different shapes and sizes. My ghost and demons come in heart breaking man shaped sizes and the best thing I can do about it is to keep on being my best self.  They may be frightening, but there are worst things that go bump in the night.