MElle

My darling friend, you say that you can't believe you are still hung up on your ex after 4 months.  How can I be a good counselor to you, when I am still suffering from irrational pangs over my experience with you-know-who after 8 months?

You want to talk about how you can't take your mind off of your ex, when you haven't started on your paper due tomorrow and I have my own work schedule I must keep to.

You tell me thinking about your ex makes you sad; you ask me for advice.  I gave you the tried-and-true clichés: Time will heal everything; take it one day at a time, yada yada yada.

It's not that I'm not sympathetic or empathetic.  After all, I haven't gotten over my absurd hangup myself.  And I am taking my own advice, dealing with one unexpected emotional setback at a time.  But...I'm so tired of our conversations about relationships.

I already have to talk with everyone else about their jobs, relationships and children.  My darling friend, I am craving for conversations that are less...prosaic.  I want to talk about Sonia Sotomayor's confirmation hearing.  I want to opine on the very living, breathing and evolving American constitution and the judicial system in general.  I want to discuss the paper you have to write on existentialism.

After pouring forth a volley of relationship laments you are now soundly asleep, whereas I must struggle to stay awake to work.

So, my friend, won't you leave our relationship woes to diaries and blogs in the short term, until I am caught up on my schedule?  Oh, and I say this with love and affection for you.