Something Other Than Fate

On Monday, happenstance occurred. Happenstance, I say, because I’m not sure I believe in fate or destiny, puzzle pieces fitting together just so. I see a yellow sticky note on my office floor. I leave it there for several hours. I have things to do. In the mid-afternoon, I pick up the note and take a look-see. I’m jolted to see it. His email, the asshole, who ruined the name Steve for me, although I never liked it anyway. The one with no affection for me. His email, who I’d finally forgotten. His email, written down a year and a half ago just in case we ever started communicating again, still waiting to be typed in my compose box.

He’s not much to me, not even painful to think about. He’s nothing. He’s an asshole. He is Steve.

He facebooked me a few months ago and I told him to never contact me again.

I’m not sure why I can’t bring myself to throw the sticky note away.


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6 responses to “Something Other Than Fate”

  1. Throw it in the trash and walk away.

  2. I’m not sure why I can’t bring myself to throw the sticky note away.”

    Because it’s always good to have a physical reminder of what an asshole looks like, even it’s in the guise of a sticky note. 🙂

  3. lol i know the feeling.

  4. That’s a tough one ML. Maybe it would be a good idea to tuck it away somewhere?
    But I don’t know how sour things went. Fate and especially things other than fate sometimes make me very anxious.

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    jessiecarty

    keeping stuff like that is always some kind of hope. there was probably something still about this person who lingers as attractive. for YEARS, maybe even a decade I kept a handwritten note from a college boyfriend, even after i was married. Why? The grass is always greener thing? Knowing that relationship was not going to work but only focusing on good things as evidenced by the note..yeah…bad mojo!

  6. methinks fate is a desperate character, no-one believes in him any more..Mayhap fate is to throw the note away?… x

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