Apparently, I’m an idiot.
In fact, I’m so much an idiot that my friends have thrown their hands up and go, “You know what, be an idiot. Suit yourself.”
I’m an idiot, you see, because I spent 3-4 years (I can’t tell. Depends whether you count the times we’ve been apart, and whether you count the past year) in a relationship with a prick and I still care about him. And us.
When you end a relationship with a prick, I’m told, you’re not supposed to be upset for long because a prick is not worth being upset over.
I guess that’s true for everyone else, because it’s everyone else who sees him as a prick.
But I don’t.
Which, to those very everyone else, makes me even more of an idiot.
I went to the cash machine to get some money. I left without taking my cash.
There you go.