I will not let you bring me down, Evil Facebook ..

I learned today via Facebook that my ex (and I use that term loosely) proposed to his now fiance at the big college football game. There was a banner ... and at least 50 people from my high school. Did I mention it was raining?

Yes Evil Facebook, you have bitch slapped me yet again, but I REFUSE to let you bring me down. After all, I had a great day. I worked out and made soup and vegan banana ice cream. So yes, you, Mr. Facebook can suck it.

I'm a little surprised with how I feel. I feel pretty rationale, pretty fine with it. I know that I would never want to be with the ex, and I'm sure he's much happier with his fiance, too. I know that I am a completely different person now than I was two years ago. Two years ago I was a mess. I had no idea who I was or what I wanted out of life. I'm still eccentric and a full of crazy charm, but I'm so much happier. Here's why:

-Despite the fact that I'm not fully employed, I love what I do and I'm good at it and I know that I will eventually be in the position for which I'm waiting and it will be so worth it.

- I'm independent and I love it. I'm not afraid of being alone, because I know it would be a far worse fate to end up with someone who isn't right for me.

- In the past couple of months, I taken control of my health and everything I believe about achieving health through becoming vegan. (More on that to come!)

-I'm working towards being a more positive, happy, glass half full person.

-In two years, I've made better friends than I have ever had before.

If you would have told the Debbie Downer that I was two years ago that I would be happy for the ex, be vegan, have a positive outlook on life, and have friends that I actually like, I would have laughed in your face. I probably would have also told you I love cheese. It just goes to show that anything is possible, and if you believe in something, you can change.


P.S. If the future love of my life is reading this, please don't propose to me at a sporting event, and feel free not to invite anyone with whom I went to high school. Also, I really don't need a banner--I mean, unless it's made using recycled paper, printed with soy ink, and compostable. Oh, and I don't need a blood diamond either, maybe something antique or made by a local craftsman. Actually maybe we should have a commitment ceremony, because we all know how I feel about the fact that marriage isn't a right for all people. I'm also planning on wearing red to the ceremony, because white washes me out, and that traditional crap isn't really me. And how would you feel about being a stay at home dad for a few years??

And yes, I'm sure there are bets being made by my family for if and when I will ever get married. Now you know why. :)