This week I've been having Ex attacks.
It started at the mall when I saw the brother of my Ex. She was
the Ex, the big one, the first killer. I was inside Club Monaco when it happened. He, the brother, was making a purchase at the register and beside him was a girl of the same skin tone, same height and same build as his sister, my Ex. I've never ended on good terms with any Ex so I tried to blend in with the pink polo tops and nippled mannequins while still attempting to confirm the identity of the person beside the brother. It turned out not to be her.
A thought of a gracious hello to her brother crossed my mind, which was promptly dismissed. I simply was not looking my best and there would be no doubt as to his prompt report to her how I looked particurlarly bummish with incrediably greasy hair.
And this incident, I think, brought about Ex attacks, prolonged spells of me thinking about Exes: who are they dating? do they have careers? are they happy? just a lot of useless thoughts for the most part. Stupid Ex-attacks. I get them now and then, too often. Bah! Go away.
