Skeleton in the Closet

Most of us have a skeleton hanging in the closet - some hidden past or unresolved part of our life that's set aside rather than dealt with. One such skeleton that's easily relatable to many of us would be past relationships.

When it comes to romantic relationships, it's almost always difficult to decide how to deal with oneself, the other person, and the new person you are now seeing, post-breakup from the original boyfriend/girlfriend. I'd like to suggest that there are categories of people/behavior:

The Turtle
-Avoids all conversation on the topic
-Adopts a 'if I don't talk about it, it'll go away' mentality
-Manages to develop a new relationship but leaves new partner weary of their past

The Activist
-Moves on with a 'gotta live a better life than my ex' mentality
-Throws the past into the trashcan, literally
-Enters new relationship quickly, perhaps too quickly

The Zen Master
-Has their moment of tears and anguish, but in the company of friends
-Deals with the past by reflecting on both the other and the self
-Moves on when the timing feels right, usually after personal reflection

There, that's my rant. It's just a hypothesis based on what I've seen. The list is imperfect, incomplete, in-a lot of things. So please, if you've got comments, let's hear em. There's always much to be learned and taught about relationships.

Curry Beef Brisket on Rice

Comfort foods.

If you're unsure of my particular definition, you should make a visit to Burgoo Bistro: http://www.burgoo.ca/ (No, I'm not paid to advertise, but some things in life are just too darn good to keep to yourself. Burgoo is one of these things.)

Just one visit and you'll understand the power of macaroni n' cheese, fondue, and french onion soup on a rainy day where the water droplets weigh down your shoulders like bullets. Then again maybe you're just hungry, and you know what, that's fine too.

For me, there's something about curry beef brisket on rice that brings me back to many childhood memories. The newness of the experience is LONG-gone, but in its replacement is the comfort of familiarity and consistency. When nothing else seems to make sense on our 'downer days,' I know my curry will be yellow and my rice white. And that, my friends, is more than enough sometimes.

Someone I got to know well in high school promised me that through good times and bad I'd never be alone (although I would still often feel alone) because he'd be there for me. Even if he never kept to his promise, I wouldn't have held it against him since we were in high school and what he said is exactly the type of thing most kids say. (Tangent: I have never liked the term BFF For Life.) But the reality is, he kept his promise. He's my constant, and this is a shoutout of thanks to him. You, dear sir, are even better than my curry beef. That's saying something.

Back to Reality

Happy 2009 everyone!

WAMBTM and I just got home from a sweeeeeeeeet 3-week vacation.

Now we're back in school facing reality.

Don't you just hate facing reality sometimes?

Adios.