04.01.08
Dropping eaves in the computer lab
So there’s this girl who was sitting next to me not 5 minutes ago, and she was on the phone with her friend, complaining about an email that her [former] boyfriend sent her. She reads a passage from the piece, something about her not being mature and how he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who’s immature. Oh, and that he never asked her what her mother did for a living because she had told him that she didn’t make much money… whatever that means. All I know is that she was apparently too self-centered to realise his intentions (this according to the email). I don’t know the girl, but if the phone conversation I overheard was any indication, the guy certainly has a case. Putting aside whatever foibles I may have observed in my brief sidelong encounter with this young lady, what kind of person yammers on over her cell phone about private matters in the middle of a crowded computer lab? Surely only an immature sort!
Anywho, the take home lesson is this: if your boyfriend sends you a scathing email, don’t get all indignant and start venting on your cell while in the middle of a quiet computer lab. The jerk sitting next to you will write about you on his friend’s blog, saying how you’re immature and that your boyfriend was right: you’ve got some growing up to do.
Isn’t it fascinating though? The concept of sending mean break-up letters? I mean sure, that girl was probably not worth your time, but you didn’t have to be such a jerk about it. Take the high road, friend.