How To Stop Yourself From Texting an Ex

Ask yourself “What would Jeremy Bentham do?”

It’s Sunday night and my friend Ethan just left after a fun-filled weekend. Seriously, I am not lying when I say I haven’t been able to catch my breath since he arrived. Ethan is the friend who will absolutely (but understandingly and gently) rip you out of your funk because he’s just always on. He’s one of the most active people I know, and when I’m going through a difficult time, I need that. Wallowing on the couch, as nice as it sounds, just doesn’t make me feel better.

Today we walked about 8 miles, visited the historic graveyard, downtown, a ceremonial tea house, and the beach, and still unwound on my deck for a while. We took five walks today. Five. Are you kidding me? All in all, it was marvelous. Last night we (I), ran into the ocean screaming curses to the sky. I have been truly living. But he just left, I have some work to do, and the Sunday Scaries are setting in.

Moreover, I want to text my ex. After such a packed weekend, I feel like there are so many things I would have told him about. The cute interaction I had with a kid walking on West Cliff, the goodness of jalapeño artichoke cream cheese on a bagel, the fact that we found a LOT of weird things at the gravesite today. I would have called him on a night like this, after undoubtedly not…