My Rite of Passage

Ladies and gentlemen, it has happened. After all of these years, I have officially been dumped. Ouch.

If I'm being honest, I received the news while watching, of all things, ANTM. If I'm not being honest, I received the news while engaging in a heated online debate concerning the provision of medicines to the developing world and the rights of Big Pharma in their quest for extended intellectual property rights. Either way, when I read what I read I experienced such an odd feeling - this hot ball of energy originated in my chest and emanated throughout my entire body, to my fingertips and toes.

I had three thoughts within the next few minutes. The first was that I had to know why. The email had been less than clear on this point. I just really needed to know. The second thought I had was that the worst thing about being dumped was that I was going to have to tell people. A few of my friends and family pointed out to me later that if I thought this was the worst part, I was going to be just fine. The third thought I'll get to in a minute.

Well, I met up with the fellow in question shortly after and am pleased to report that things are just peachy. I was given a more extensive reason, and one that I can certainly relate to, so I didn't feel too badly about myself, or the parting. I believe I have told everyone that needs telling, and it turns out that wasn't so bad after all. Not that I want to go through it again anytime soon, but all in all, people were just very supportive and I didn't experience the level of embarrassment I had expected.

This brings me to my last thought in those few minutes after the dumpage, which was: I should blog about this...