Revisiting

Last week, I decided there wasn't nearly enough drama in my life, and I better get on that ASAP.

Actually, I had a few beers with the ex's old friend and former roommate, and it got me thinking. About what really happens after you die, about whether or not the media was the deciding factor in the presidential election, and lastly, about whether you can be friends with someone you've felt every emotion on the love/hate spectrum for.

So it got me thinking some more. Would my life be better if I could go to the gym without worrying that the ex will be there? If I could pick up my laundry without looking forward and only forward because if I look to the side when passing his restaurant I might see him and that would be very, very bad? If I could maybe someday eat at my favorite little downtown Italian restaurant again? If our mutual friends could not be tormented by the notion of inviting both of us to a party?

So I sent him an email inviting him for coffee or a drink. He called me Saturday afternoon, and we had a conversation that didn't suck. In fact, there was even laughter, albeit nervous laughter. We're having a drink tonight. Jake does not approve.