|Current mood:|| aggravated|
"I don't know if you can ever stop loving someone once you start, even if you end up hating them."
Story of my life.
I hate tennis. Its so fucking boring to sit there for hours and watch them lose. Which I suppose isn't any different from any other sport but I've grown to hate tennis. At one point I apparently really liked tennis players though. But in the end, tennis meant too much and it led to the one relationship in my life that meant anything falling apart. Obviously there were many problems but one of the 2 fights I distinctly remember was a result of tennis. And yet today still broke my heart for him. Why do I care if he's happy? And if I'm the one who said it wasn't everything, why doesn't it occur to me there's plenty of other things to make him happy?
This is why I'm so glad the newest prospective in my life is a retired athlete. No more of the fucking moodiness that inevitably arises following every game. I know, I know, I'm one to talk. Hell, I'm moody now when it comes to any discussion of hockey and I'm out of season. And I was hysterical some nights after games. But at least I didn't take it out on the world. I don't think I did anyway. Hmm I don't think I've ever dated a non-athlete so maybe that theory is wrong.
I wonder if my cold is actually bronchitis. Whatever I've got is providing a nice ab workout so I'm off to bed.....