Sophomore year of college, end of the school day. I go to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat before I leave. I get my food, I find a table, I start to eat.
Across from me, there’s some girl having a pretty intense phone conversation with…someone. It’s not my business, I pay no mind. Finally, after a few moments, she finishes with a “FUCK OFF!” and hangs up.
There’s a brief moment of silence, then she looks right at me and this conversation happens:
Girl: “Are you in a relationship?”
Me: “Me? Ummm…no.”
Girl: “Have you ever been in one?”
Me: “Nope.”
Girl: “GOOD. Don’t ever, ever get in one. It’s not worth it. Too much goddamn trouble for someone who’s not worth it.”
That was about three years ago. In that period, I’ve seen a lot of good people get hurt after nasty ends to relationships. I’ve never told any of them this story, but every time another break-up happens, I think back to that girl and that phone call and that conversation.
And I think to myself:
“Y’know, maybe she was right.”
