Misadventures of the Ghetto Asian Carrie Bradshaw.

Just recently, I was at Bess' house with Marianna, Erin, and Christina, watching Season 2 of Sex and the City (great season). The episode "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" was all about Carrie, her break-up, and going out with "the new Yankee," only to see Big at the bar, and cry into the Yankee's mouth when they kissed. "Rule One: Never stop thinking about your ex, because when you do, that's when you'll see him."

On my break a few days later at Barnes and Noble, I sat down by the magazines to text a few people. A kinda handsome Indian guy sits down next to me and proceeds to tell me how I'm "super cute" and how he would have kicked himself if he didn't come talk to me. As I feign interest, my ex-boyfriend who I have not seen since mid-February, a day after egging his house, walks by. Looking really cute. My ears went deaf(er) to the Indian guy, and all I could do was wave, and realize just how much resentment and unsettled feelings I've still been harboring towards this guy. I got Indian guy's number, dashed away, and like Big made Carrie do, FELL APART.

Crying at work is one of the most awkward things in life, and I've done it a couple of times. It's a great way to leave early, but fuck, I need money. So I pulled myself together. And I've seemed to pull a few other things together in the process. I am, by nature, bitter and cynical. I accept this and even come a few inches shy of embracing it. At least it gives me character.

However, something painfully obvious finally hit me. Hardly anything is worth being mad about anymore. Keeping my eyes glued to the brighter side of things helps me realize that at the very least, my misadventures are funny stories to tell. Bad things happen to good people, and vice versa of course, but dwelling on heartbreaks and misfortunes only leave a bad aftertaste, one that can't be washed away with time, because time is dedicated to these negative thoughts.

So I saw some pictures of my ex and his current girl, and I smiled. How nice, I thought to myself. And I actually meant it.