I hear there once was a time, back in the olden days before blogs, where couples could split up and actually go through the rest of their lives having no idea what/where/how their ex is doing.  I actually know people who have done this.  They don’t know, don’t care, don’t want to know or care, what their ex has been up to all these years.

I think this is wise, because this means that they can spend their lives fantasizing that the ex is living in an attic apartment somewhere with rats and weeks-old pizza boxes, miserable because of this decades-old-failed relationship.  I, personally, think this is a pretty picture, and would happily believe this is how all of my ex’s have ended up.

Except for that whole internet thing.

I’m not sure why I read old boyfriends’ blogs.  Primarily because I’m hoping that they’re miserable(except for Dan Perrine, of course).  Instead, I click on their old link and discover that not only are they not miserable, they are, in fact, happily married now with a good job.

While I am spending the night in my little room with my computer and the rats in the wall.

I vote we go back to the days of old, when one could actually walk out someone’s life and stay that way.  Or, at least, not have to read about how happy they are without us…