We’ve all got a Voldemorte or two in our lives. That guy that you’re just kind of powerless around because they’ve been privy to some side of you that you don’t let out anymore, or a part of you that really only existed with them, or you met before you should have and things are totally fucked up now. Or something! Or all of the above. Whatever!
Voldemorte v2.0 and I have a history of meeting each other out on the edge, and turning around. We’re both guilty of being total assholes. We are never on the same page, and for a long time we weren’t in the same book. However, much to my chagrin, we have too many mutual friends to completely drop it and avoid each other forever. Recently, we’ve “resolved” things – which mostly involved difficult apologies from both sides and agreeing to try not to be so fucking weird around each other.
I’m feeling very The Suburbs (continued) about him right now, but that’s probably the running-into-him-recently-and-it-finally-not-being-totally-weird coming out.
The obvious solution to deal with this confusion is to date several men from the internet.
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