Flying off the Handle

I think my sads and Valentine’s bitch-rage were preemptive.

I was sad because the boy had not responded to any texts since Saturday, which was unusual considering a) we had made plans on Sat for Wed b) everything had been great and normal the last time I saw him, as well as at work.

So there was no reason to think anything was wrong, but given that I’m highly neurotic and anxious and was routinely ignored by my ex, I went into full-blown anxiety mode. “WHAT IF HE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME ANYMORE?!”

 But after being talked down by the ever-so-rational, ever-so-wonderful Clara via Skype in the Netherlands (COME BACK TO ME) it was agreed that I should just call him and see if we were still on for tonight. Naturally, this idea induced a mild panic attack, but I managed to suck it up and call. 

And everything was normal. And fine. And he was like, yea of course we’re still on. As if, why wouldn’t we be? 

Either way, I’m seeing him after work, so I’m happy, but we’re going to have to work on this texting business.