Theories of Insanity

12 | Reverse Breakup

12 | Reverse Breakup

Thursday, October 19, 2017

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Insanity:

Flipping out on a girl you dumped. For any reason.

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            Let me explain something about girls.

            We tend to appear incredibly hypocritical unless you know what's going on inside of our heads. We also are a little bit crazy, but not in the way that guys say we're crazy after we reject them or they get their feelings hurt. (1) We're crazy in the fact that nothing we do makes any sense to anyone but ourselves.

            Did that make sense?

            Thursday was the day that Peter and I had decided to talk. I had asked for it to be at my apartment, which he readily agreed to. I wasn't sure what to expect, and didn't know what he was expecting—did he think I would cry about it now, since I didn't when he actually broke things off? (2)

            The hypocritical part comes in now.

            I didn't care what he thought of me anymore. And I could say that with complete and utter honesty. And yet I had to get the perfect outfit together to show just how much I didn't care.

            So many girls reading this are nodding along right now. You understand.

            So, I decided on a pair of shorts that I knew (from previous verbal confirmation) he liked on me, and a long-sleeved, plain blue T-shirt that was clearly meant for lounging around the house.

            An outfit that showed just how little I cared about him and his perceptions of me, while also having been planned out in my head for over three days.

            Anyways.

            I was ready for him to come over. The apartment was clean, my outfit was great, my newly blonde hair was straightened, and I felt like I could rule the world. The one thing I wasn't sure about was what I was going to say when he apologized. I didn't want to be a jerk and tell him to shove it, but I also didn't want to act like I wanted him back. Because ladies, a bit of life advice: if you can get over someone in less than two hours, they're probably not that great of a person. (3)

            A knock sounded on my front door and I stood up to get it. I opened the door and there was Peter, standing outside and smiling widely at me.

            Creepy.

            I smiled slightly and let him in, gesturing towards the couch as he followed me into the living room.

            "Your hair looks great, by the way." He offered as we both sat down.

            "Thanks, I know." (4) I nodded, smiling as I ran my hand through it. "I think I'm gonna keep it for a while."

            "You should." He nodded, "Look, Morgan, I just wanted to say that I was a jerk in handling everything. I didn't mean to hurt you."

            "You didn't." I shook my head, "Sometimes things don't work out, that's totally fine."

            He nodded.

            "So, I'm sorry about everything."

            I raised my eyebrows slightly. Was he waiting for an apology back?