why do they call it getting over someone?
and who got to decide that’s what it should be called?
it’s like the girl who gets to choose the OPI nail color names. or not really. but that would be a cool job too.
i dont know what it should be called. i only know it shouldn’t be called “getting over someone.” look, i can’t have all the answers here people.
i mean, is he a freaking mountain? eh, well, maybe that makes sense. at the top you reach this magical place called “over him” and slide down into “singledom”.
regardless of what it’s called, i do know one thing – i suck at it.
my friend once said to me, “don’t be saint jude – let him go.”
st. jude is the patron saint of lose causes. he’s actually a man, but in my mind jude is a woman. with long brown hair who looks like a greek goddess. whatever it’s my imagination. and i know, i’m surprised they even let me have my first communion.
they say you should get over him.and you’ll try. and you’ll think you’re almost at the top of the hill, when you can finally say you’re over him. and then someone else, a girl who is pretty and probably really nice (because you know those people that just look nice) will pop up on your newsfeed with her arm around him. and you’ll just know – she works better with him. she fits better. and you’ll go sliding back down that hill.
you’ll try to remember the reasons it wasn’t working. how he wasn’t great at communicating. how he needed you to be more open to compensate and you just couldn’t. how he couldn’t keep up with your energy.
it just sucks. and you have to go through it. and social media makes it all the more harder. and yes, you could delete him. but if you’re anything like me, you won’t. and i don’t want to know what that says about me.
but it gets better. one day – it just does. you won’t know when or why or how – but you’ll be glad. relieved.
anywho, there’s no pretty bow at the end of this post. and i’m not even trying to get over someone at the moment. not really anyway. but we were chatting about it at work and i thought maybe one of you might be trying to get to the top of that hill so you can slide down into happiness. a little peace. that horrible word – closure.
and if you are getting over someone i wish we could have a piece of pizza together. share a bottle of wine. and i could tell you that i’ve been there. and then you’d feel a little less alone in it. and maybe it would help.
and we’d make this pizza. because it’s the bomb.com. (fresh pizza crust recipe here)
- 1 thin-crust pizza dough (i used organic rustic crust)
- *if you want to make your own – i have a recipe in my margherita pizza i love
- olive oil for brushing
- kosher salt, to taste (about 1 tbl)
- 3 oz. mozzarella cheese
- 3/4 cup arugula
- fresh ground pepper, to taste
- 4 slices of proscuitto
- 2 tbl balsamic
- brush olive oil over pizza crust (get the ends) and add kosher salt to taste. (if you don’t have kosher salt, buy some. it’ll change your life)
- top with mozzarella cheese (i just break off pieces and scatter)
- cook according to pizza crust instructions.
- top with additional kosher salt, ground pepper, proscuitto, arugula and balsamic