A GIF Guide To Being Completely Okay With Seeing Your Ex In Public
Yes, it's a totally achievable state of mind. And here's why.
There probably isn't a single person out there who'd be completely unfazed by bumping into their craggy ex on a night out with friends, but sadly - especially for people who live in a small town - running into your least favourite person on the entire planet is a genuine possibility.
Because we'd all like to be confident enough to make it through an exchange, a glance, or even a full conversation with said ex, this GIF guide charts the emotional journey of being confronted with the guy/girl who has the worst habit of rocking up at the least convenient time.
Good God. That can't be who I think it is. Oh Christ. Look who's turned up to destroy the night on the most epic of scales. Of course this is happening. *OF COURSE IT IS*
It's okay. Just act cool, calm, and collected. A trifecta of attributes that - in short - he already knows you don't have. How hard can it be?
What on Earth am I wearing today? Did I even pluck my eyebrows? Could I look anymore like a literal goblin who's been living at the base of a river bed for the last two years?
It's fine. He probably won't even notice me anyway. Oh nope. There it is. He's seen me.
Hold up. Why should I even care that he happens to be breathing the same air as me? This guy has absolutely zero influence on my life ~whatsoever~. He's a mere stitch in the tapestry of my life.
Time to look like I'm having more fun than anyone's ever had in their entire life. It's also time to have another drink and refuse to look in his direction for the entire night.
Let's just have a moment of silence for how well I'm handling this situation. This is super easy. Beyonce is probably naming her next album after me as we speak.
Infact, I may just wander over and nod at him to acknowledge that I know he's here and that I'm not hiding in the corner or feeling remotely anxious about this situation.
Although that could actually cause more problems. Is it worse to go over and say hi or worse to stay here and look like a moody witch with an attitude problem?
You know what? I'm just going to look him in the eye, acknowledge that he's alive and here, and then spend the rest of the night feeling grateful for the fact we're not together any more.
Toodles, moron. It's been an emotional rollercoaster.
Let's all get checking out a bunch of grown adults trying to pass a GCSE exam...