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Why is it that when I finally decide that I'm over someone, he decides to show up again? I think this might be a pretty good philosophy for life: get over it to get it. I sort of realized this in Spain over the summer. As soon as I decided that I didn't care. That I was going to not care, he came back in--full whammy. No slowing down.

So now, I'm trying to still be over him, but it's really, really hard. I try to rationalize with myself: he's no good anyway. You know that. You don't need him. But, it doesn't work. I know he's no good. I know I don't need him. But these are all things that my brain says. And my brain, in most cases, takes the back seat.

Sometimes it seems like as soon as things are making sense, as soon as I'm starting to figure something out--to figure me out--something comes along and disrupts the whole situation.

Today, someone told me something that did the same thing. I was just starting to be comfortable with how it all was going. Now the equilibrium is all off. I guess the moral of this one is: change. Change, change, change. It all changes, so I just have to be flexible. I have to be a strong me so that nothing screws it all up.

Neither is really a big deal. I mean, I'm not losing any sleep over either situation or anything. But they've definitely made things a bit more confusing.