Won’t you laugh with me? Or, F*** Facebook

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That was the one.

The one I wanted…

or so I thought until I allowed myself to be persuaded otherwise.

NOTE: That’s me taking the high road. OK. That’s me trying to take the high road. OK. You know what? Whatever. I screwed up. It’s all my fault. Really. And I’m sorry every day for it, OK? Anyways…

that was the one I spent hours, literally hours, painstakingly researching online (at work, obvi. because I wasn’t about to ‘waste time’ on it at home), but that was the one.

And then, it wasn’t.

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Thank you, Facebook.

Thank you for your ‘on this day’ posts that, despite my best efforts, continue to show up in my news feed and, consequently, remind me of just how much I’ve screwed up my life over the past, oh, I don’t know, say, FOREVER.

Seriously, Facebook, you suck.

So, why am I so angry? Well, because when I should’ve been having fun today I, apparently, and five years ago to this day, purchased my own engagement ring.

Yea. Awesome. I know.

What’s worse is it wasn’t even the one I wanted, but the one I thought everyone wanted to me have. And, to be completely honest, I didn’t even wear it.

NOTE: Man, it’s painful not only admitting as much, but writing those words. Whew. Bear with me, please.

I’d prefer not to tell the whole story since it is, truly, my fault, but it was hurtful being reminded today when I should’ve been happy.

But nope. I guess I was too busy reliving the past.

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It’s funny, though, in that I never wanted any of it. Never saw the gown. The poofy dress. No. If anything, it was all vintage and power and Art Deco and 1920s and independence, which is like the complete opposite of the whole point of the thing. The one.

Which is precisely where I’ll leave this post off: delight.

I’m laughing.

I’m free.