When's your thinking time? Mine's usually when I'm commuting. That's when I catch up with all the niggling things that have been on my mental checklist of 'Must Resolve' for ages. Also, I use travel time to return phone calls, but when you're on a train it's hard, because of the changing signals and the fact that no less than three old aunties will be totally not disguising staring hard at you and eavesdropping on your conversation.
Luckily, because I NOW HAVE A BOYFRIEND I CANNOT SAY THIS ENOUGH BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND BOYFRIEND my little Romance Must Resolve List is a lot less full. It's now less "Oh my god, will he call?" and more "So Zenzi or Janta tonight?" (Being broke, it's been mostly Janta). Which is not to say we have the perfect relationship or anything. We think quite differently about several things, but I think we're reaching a happy medium of understanding and you know the whole love will keep us a-liiiiiiiii-iiiiiiive thing.
So now the free space that's in my head is used to come up with new writing ideas. I do three columns now, as some of you know and between that and the blog and maybe the new book (can't talk about it yet, but I do have an opening paragraph! Well, two openings, but I like the second one better) I have a lot of new ideas to think about constantly. I love it, by the way. Beats the hell out of a full-time job anytime. The other day, I was talking to someone about ending a relationship and it struck me that I've not always been Little Miss Perfect about ending things. Annnndddddd that brings us to a list! The top five ways I have been an asshole (bitch doesn't begin to cover it) about breaking up with someone.
1) Class nine. Being 'proposed' to in an empty classroom. The boy was shy and awkward and I think he was asking me out for the same reason I said yes, because everybody else was dating and we were perhaps the only un-couple. It lasted one weekend. Exactly. After agonising all through Friday and Saturday, I finally called him Sunday evening and said, "This was a mistake. I changed my mind, goodbye." And then avoided him and his hurt looks in school for the next month.
2) Class eleven. Dating someone for two months until I finally realised he wasn't for me. I picked a huge fight the eve of his birthday and ended it at midnight, avoiding him for the weekend too. Oy. I am horrible. He didn't talk to me for ages after that--and really, I can't blame him.
3) Twenties. Dating two men at the same time, while trying to make up my mind about which one to get into a relationship with. Dinners, movies, lunches, parties etc with both. Picked one and changed Facebook relationship status. Yeah. The other guy doesn't talk to me either.
Gah. This list is depressing. But the good news is, I think there were only three. If I think of more, I'll add them. In the meanwhile, it's your turn now.
EDIT: So, the first post at the other blog is up. You remember, the one I mentioned in the previous post? To get your post in there (and a chance to win a signed copy of le book) write to adminATinDOTpenguinDOTcom. /end plug/