Strange Places Strange Faces

Here's a fresh little secret from your friend Nigel: I broke off my engagement earlier this year. I was supposed to get married in August. I loved "X", but I knew we could never have a happy life together even though we never really had a fight, were best friends, etc. It wasn't a case of cold feet. I just knew that marrying X would not be good for either one of us in the long run, so I made the toughest call of my life -- calling it off.

So, this week I have been plagued by Nigel-noia -- my own personal name for my paranoia. You see, even though X lives right around the corner from me, and even though we ended things as amicably as possible, I have not seen her since the breakup. We have spoken for just a few minutes since this whole thing took place.

So, the Nigel-noia thing is that every time I see her make of car, I think she is inside. And, I just want to avoid it. I am at the point where I am numb to what has happened, and I don't want to see or talk to her. Every time I see the Honda, I think she's behind the wheel. I do my best to get in another lane, or lag behind, or pull ahead. Anything but get stuck with her next to me at a light, or glaring at me as we are next to each other.

Now that I started thinking about it, I know I am destined to see her. Like I said, I have nothing to really say to her. I am happy that we have gone our own ways. I am pretty shocked that I haven't run into her yet, but happy about that too.

The moral of my Nigel-noia is that I should pay more attention to the real road, and less attention to that other road I didn't take when I broke things off earlier this year.

Posted by Ike on Wednesday, June 14, 2006 at 9:23 PM | Permalink