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After a Break Up, The History of Just Dave Part 1
Narrative:
Around March of this year, I went through a very devastating break up with my girlfriend of 8 months. It shook me to my core, we had broken up 3 or 4 times that week and finally called it quits back then. It was during Spring break, I was in my suite alone while I new my friends were partying it up in Panama City Beach. I was a mess, I still had my exes Betta Fish still in my living space. It was one of those messy break ups when you both are so upset to talk, you're physically choking trying to get the words out. I believe it happened on a Tuesday, I packed up my belongings and her fish, and drove an hour a half back to my hometown. I drank like there was no tomorrow, I passed out around 2AM or so and woke up. My contacts burned my eye sockets from drinking so hard.
"Fuck, what time is it?" I said to myself as I pushed myself off my mattress and walked to my window.
My mother walked in, "David . . is everything all right?"
I put my arm on the glass and stared out it, "I'm fine . . .just starting a new life"
Mental Rehab: I wrote some things
I did one of those sheets where you write all the negative stuff about your ex on it, whenever I thought of her I pulled it out. I didn't hate the girl . . . I just wanted to feel better. I went out to the malls, watched movies, and what not . . .I was fine during the day it was night that sucked for me. I had to get use to falling asleep with texting a girl before bed and talking till I could barely hold my eyes open. I would fall asleep and for the first couple weeks, I had dreams of me and her driving somewhere. I'd be talking, but she wouldn't be replying. I'd wake up Wolverine style and be reaching and yelling "No!" like a mad man. "She's gone" That was only step one of my rehabilitation . . . Acceptance
Hitting the Scene: Chasing those Rabbits
When my suite mate eventually came back to our place I informed him of my recent break up. I told him I'm going to be hitting the scene hard. He saw I wasn't kidding when I'd be down in the lobby talking to girls and meeting who I could when I could. He saw I was hurting, but saw I was trying to push through a road block. I eventually got girls numbers and even hooked up with a girl at a fraternity party. The next step . . . Self-Worth
Being Honest: I had to stay productive
When the summertime hit, I stayed in my college town to work my summer job at the school. We had summer housing where we shared rooms. I was use to living in a single, but I new the guy from last year so big deal. We'd talk before falling asleep about life and girls. One day we met three girls who were visiting our building. They were real interested in me cause I was quiet, I didn't really do whole lot of talking. "What was up with you today?"
"Hmph?"
"You know? the girls?"
"My confidence hasn't been the same since my break up man."
"You sound stupid." That was the next step . . . Getting rid of self pity
Getting laid: Took out some numbers texted who was we and went in and did my thing. It was as easy as that!
The thing about break ups is you can only talk about them so much before you get tired of talking about it. You get tired of hurting, feeling down and what not. It's okay to feel bad, but you got to try and push yourself through the pain. Sooner or later the medicine will kick in, and after awhile time will play a factor as well. You'll be feeling good and have girls after you. It's lovely you moved on and all of a sudden life throws a monkey wrench right in your plans . . . Continued in Part 2
Just Dave
Narrative:
Around March of this year, I went through a very devastating break up with my girlfriend of 8 months. It shook me to my core, we had broken up 3 or 4 times that week and finally called it quits back then. It was during Spring break, I was in my suite alone while I new my friends were partying it up in Panama City Beach. I was a mess, I still had my exes Betta Fish still in my living space. It was one of those messy break ups when you both are so upset to talk, you're physically choking trying to get the words out. I believe it happened on a Tuesday, I packed up my belongings and her fish, and drove an hour a half back to my hometown. I drank like there was no tomorrow, I passed out around 2AM or so and woke up. My contacts burned my eye sockets from drinking so hard.
"Fuck, what time is it?" I said to myself as I pushed myself off my mattress and walked to my window.
My mother walked in, "David . . is everything all right?"
I put my arm on the glass and stared out it, "I'm fine . . .just starting a new life"
Mental Rehab: I wrote some things
I did one of those sheets where you write all the negative stuff about your ex on it, whenever I thought of her I pulled it out. I didn't hate the girl . . . I just wanted to feel better. I went out to the malls, watched movies, and what not . . .I was fine during the day it was night that sucked for me. I had to get use to falling asleep with texting a girl before bed and talking till I could barely hold my eyes open. I would fall asleep and for the first couple weeks, I had dreams of me and her driving somewhere. I'd be talking, but she wouldn't be replying. I'd wake up Wolverine style and be reaching and yelling "No!" like a mad man. "She's gone" That was only step one of my rehabilitation . . . Acceptance
Hitting the Scene: Chasing those Rabbits
When my suite mate eventually came back to our place I informed him of my recent break up. I told him I'm going to be hitting the scene hard. He saw I wasn't kidding when I'd be down in the lobby talking to girls and meeting who I could when I could. He saw I was hurting, but saw I was trying to push through a road block. I eventually got girls numbers and even hooked up with a girl at a fraternity party. The next step . . . Self-Worth
Being Honest: I had to stay productive
When the summertime hit, I stayed in my college town to work my summer job at the school. We had summer housing where we shared rooms. I was use to living in a single, but I new the guy from last year so big deal. We'd talk before falling asleep about life and girls. One day we met three girls who were visiting our building. They were real interested in me cause I was quiet, I didn't really do whole lot of talking. "What was up with you today?"
"Hmph?"
"You know? the girls?"
"My confidence hasn't been the same since my break up man."
"You sound stupid." That was the next step . . . Getting rid of self pity
Getting laid: Took out some numbers texted who was we and went in and did my thing. It was as easy as that!
The thing about break ups is you can only talk about them so much before you get tired of talking about it. You get tired of hurting, feeling down and what not. It's okay to feel bad, but you got to try and push yourself through the pain. Sooner or later the medicine will kick in, and after awhile time will play a factor as well. You'll be feeling good and have girls after you. It's lovely you moved on and all of a sudden life throws a monkey wrench right in your plans . . . Continued in Part 2
Just Dave
lol sounds like you'll need to be reading Part 2 of this exciting installment of The History of Just Dave