hmmm I did that once in 8th grade, the little ***** never talked to me again, not even at your last reunion :huh:
I mean… how snobby can you get…?
Yeah? Welcome to the club. Stuff happens, alright? Listen, I went through this same thing about a month ago. The difference? We had been going out for 7 months, I was suffering from severe clinical depression (though didn’t realize it at the time, was diagnosed about 2 days ago), and she told me at work. What did I do? I was a sorry-*** excuse of a man. So I acted as though nothing was wrong, because I didn’t want to make her feel guilty (she was just as upset as me at the time). So, I took a 2 week vacation to a land far-away (Tennessee, for those of us in the good 'ole US-of-A) and, after driving in a car for 13 hours, was told that she was going out with my friend. Friend’s don’t do that. At least not that soon. What did I do then? I went into a severe episode of depression. I didn’t eat, could barely sleep, and whatever I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about death. I contemplated suicide almost 24-7. I never left my room, I didn’t go to work. My family began to worry, my boss began to worry, and most of all, my friends began to worry.
I was told by senocular that the only way to bring myself out of this state of depression (which was only made worse by the breakup and hitching up) was to change. I bought $3000 worth of exercise equipment (joining a gym might be better for those of us on a tight budget), and am now feeling much better. I felt so good, that on last Friday, I went to Stargate Night (my friends and I, including the deuche who is now dating my ex, get together at his house and hang out and watch the new episodes of Stargate.). I arrived late, and was given advance warning that she would be there. I was feeling fine, but little did I know I wasn’t. I walk in, and she’s “cuddling” with him. I popped open 4 Red Bulls (no Bawls, unfortunately), and chugged them. He had to take her home at 11:00 PM, so I decided that I would talk to him after he came home. I went to his driveway, smoked a few cigs (I NEVER smoke), and waited. When he got home, I began to unload on him. I didn’t go quickly, and I wasn’t pissed (Caffeine and Nicotine does something to you), but I told him how I felt, and that he should have thought more about it. It was my fault at the same time. I felt something change about a month before we broke up. Her excuse for breaking up for me was “My feelings changed”. She didn’t have the heart to tell me, but I realized why. They changed for my friend. I told him that, and he said I should have told him. Me, still loving her, would wish NOTHING to harm her. I’d sacrifice myself to ensure her safety. I told him that I knew what was happeneing, and that I couldn’t do that to her. It would hurt her not to see him anymore, so I kind of doomed myself to the fate I now suffer.
Point of the story: You’re not the only one whose life sucks. Stuff happens, you can’t do anything about it. This may not be the greatest advice from me, but take it with a grain of salt. What am I doing now? I’m eyeing somebody else right now. Apparently, it shows quite a bit, so I have to play it “cool”. A mutual friend of ours told me that after I left, he told her that he thinks i have a crush on her. She’s taken atm, but her relationship is headed for the rocks. Turns out, her current bf is a closet homosexual, and hasn’t told her yet. So, she’s currently breaking up with him. Her reaction, he said, was that she seemed to like the idea. Another word of advice for getting over it is: Always have something to look forward to. Even if it’s getting to watch a show. If you don’t have anything to look forward too, it’s only going to get worse. If you still feel depressed, not sure if this is going to work for you, but if I listen to some heavy metal/ death metal/black metal, I seem to feel better. Some good artists for this is Dimmu Borgir, Emperor, Ministry, and some Rhapsody (Power-Speed-Fantasy metal. Think Dio, but better. and more italian). It works for me because I’m screwed up. 
Now, I have a question: [ot]What is a reasonable amount of time to have passed before you ask someone out? (IE: Person A likes Person B, yet Person B is going out with Person C. Persons B & C break up. How much time should pass before Person A asks Person B out? I’m Person A, btw. And she’s Person B.)[/ot]
[ot]If Person A likes Person B, and Person B regards Person A as a friend, and Person B also does not have a boyfriend, how should Person A go about trying to “court” Person B?[/ot]
[ot] Person B has been reported to regard Person A as more than a friend by very reliable sources.[/ot]
[ot] Yeaaaah, person A wishes… but can’t be sure[/ot]
[ot] Person A is hurt by Person Q’s comment and is optimistic[/ot]
[ot]In my question, I’m Person A. So who is Person Q? Or have you been referring to your question? [/ot]
Chill out radioxromance. You can’t make someone like you, move on my man and find another hot girl to play with (you know what i mean?).
[ot]Linking Park does suck but the remix album “Reanimation” just rocks![/ot]
[ot]Hahahahaha…I thought we were referring to my question, because you used the whole Person A and B thing. In that case, Person Q was you (Don’t ask why, the letter Q doesn’t get much). Hmmmm…what I would do if I was Person A (in you’re question) is, I would start out small, as in, simply start hanging out with some other mutual friends (if you don’t have any, it might get a little bit tricky, but I think Person A can handle it), go see a movie with friends, and after a little while, ask if just Person A & B want to go see a movie. Don’t make it sound like a date, make it sound like you’re going to hang out. If things happen well after that, try for a second time, things still go well, ask for a 3rd time, but make the 3rd one seem like a date. Take note that these are just guidelines and should be used with your discretion. Person A knows Person B better than I. But, that’s about it. Good Luck. [/ot]
