Fiddling with danger (and other noncomputer-related things)
Something just occurred to me last night. I always realized that trying to gather the remnants of a relationship that had lasted 1.5 years would be a challenge. Random reminders of "us" would always be hiding someplace, for me to find when I really needed, say, a AA battery. Or something.I knew that everytime I talked with Vicky or saw any of the friends I met here through her, I could be reminded of him. Heh, now explaining how we know each other is going to be even weirder. Or it was going to entail utlilizing two extra words - "used to," in addition to the complicated explanation. It really isn't so bad though, since I'm here in Berkeley and the world in which we existed seems so far away.
I knew that once I came back to campus, I would have to go through yet another computer and remove everything there that reminded me of us and burn a new us CD. (And then keep it safe until I got home and could lay it to rest with the photos, notes, and other miscellaneous items in the relationship box-coffin I have in my closet. Exhuming the dead. Don't like the thought of that, somehow.) But it didn't occur to me that I'd have to accept the dangerous mission of taming the Registry Editor beast. Until last night.
He was being cute. He went into my Registry Editor and made it so that every one of my Windows title bars read "Cupy's Pooter :-D" after the title. In utter fascination and curiosity, I went into Registry Editor after he had left and tried to get rid of the stupid AOL icon at the top right corner of all of my IE windows. Instead I had succeeded in erasing all 50 of my AIM away messages. Oops. (And then I tried to pull off the best "Who me? Never!"-face I could when he asked me if I had been playing in the Registry Editor like he had told me not to.)
I'm not sure how it will be when we see each other again. I was a wreck one day after it was official, but I think I returned to my old self pretty quickly otherwise. It certainly helps that I don't see him or hear from him every day. Although there was that one time in Old Teahouse where I saw someone with his hair. Rich dark chocolate brown. Thick. And curly. And I was sad. I'm not sure if I'll let him give me a hug when we see each other next year. I hope he doesn't get upset. It just might be weird, because I can't love him the way I used to.
Anyways, the prospect of going into the Registry Editor is not attractive to me. I might do something worse to my computer this time than erasing all of my away messages. But I'm not Cupy anymore, and even though she might live in a relationship heaven somewhere with her Mushy (which I still think is a very cute idea), she no longer lives in my computer. Which means, I need some help.
posted by sugarfiend @ 2:13 PM
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