Notes from Ariel's Diary
My boyfriend dumped me on Valentine's Day and boy, that experience felt like a derailed train ran over me twice. The pain was physical - I felt like my heart was ripped open and slashed into many pieces, and all the bones in my body felt broken and smashed into a gazillion pieces.To be honest, I wanted to crawl in my bed and stay there for a year.
But then I didn't want my Mom to worry so the next day I stood up and did my normal routine, all the time crying on the inside.
Anyway, I was listening to Mo Twister today as usual, and this dude really pisses my off sometimes when his radio show plays the same music again and again. Golly Gee Moses! Even the Twister acknowledged that his radio show is more talk show than music show, and I forgive him.
But then again, I forget my annoyance when he produces a jewel insight, or a funny audio recording of CNN reporter Zain Verjee saying peanuts like penis (and repeating it twice). I started laughing despite feeling like a dumped chick by a hot guy, which I am. Reality sucks!!!
My day considerably brightened when he mentioned this website F***My Life- where people can ventilate about their sorrows and rant about what bothers them.
I looked into it and I realized that I wasn't the first girl dumped on Valentine's Day.
Here are some samples of what's written in that site:
"Today, while at work I was reading "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" to me class of 5 year olds. I got near the end of the book and said "Look at the big fat caterpillar" to which one of my pupils replied "Just like you, Miss!"
Today, I received a box in the mail from my mom which I assumed was a care package. It was a scale to encourage me to lose weight.
Today, I spent $20 on a spray tan, $30 to have my make up done, and $50 on a pretty new dress all for a special date with my boyfriend. It turns out I spent $100 just to get dumped.
Today, I told my boyfriend that I was afraid our future children would be fat and ugly. He reassured me, saying that he was sure our spawn would take on after him.
Today, I saw my friend across campus, and I decided that I wanted to play a trick on her and scare her from behind. Turns out, I scared a complete stranger with really bad panic induced asthma.
Today, I made a couple videos of me playing guitar and singing some of my favorite songs. I arrived back from school to find my family huddled around the cam-corder laughing, imitating, and making jokes about the video.
Today, I was complaining to my mom about how my sister looked like a barbie doll next to me. I was saying how she was so tan and her hair looked awesome next to mine. She paused for a while and then said "Well you're pretty on the inside."
Now, do you feel better already? Check the site out and ventilate. You'll feel sooooooo much better. Goodtimes!
(Postscript: Notes from Ariel's Diary is fictional and comes from the imagination and point of view of the blogger. Photo of the tunnel by Vinay Shivamukar.)
