This truly was a great party. I didn’t find myself feeling depressed or lethargic the entire time (largely because I was annihilated). Thank you, Ben, for everything. It was absolutely worth the three hour drive and then some. Seriously, people, if this happens again next year? Consider going.
Also, here’s a fun fact: Ben’s house, which he is still fixing up, has the most amazing, beautiful bathroom you’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve lived in bedrooms the size of his shower. The entire thing is all marbley and cool… and yet, there is no sink in the kitchen. No sink. In the kitchen. The sense of priority emanating from that place is downright alien. I love it.
Concerning depression, there are two types of people: The ones who can’t eat at all and the ones who eat constantly. I am very much the former and it’s been a pain lately. I’m starting to feel a bit better mentally, but I still pretty much have to choke down anything I eat. Today, for example, I have eaten a single burrito and a danish. Don’t worry, though– tomorrow, I am eating at least three burritos and two danishes if I have to forcefeed myself.
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I will be here this Saturday. It’s a Halloween party hosted by the Dear Leader of Rogue Robot. You’ve already got plans, I know, it’s cool– I just thought I’d mention it anyway. I would have brought it up earlier, but I didn’t know I was going until today. I’m pretty sure it’ll be a good time. If there is one thing depression will not keep me from doing, it is getting wasted.
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There’s just something about falling in love and getting broken up with at the exact same time that makes it feel like some kind of karmic setup. Somewhere, a higher power is getting a kick out of all this. He will probably read the comments, too, and judge you accordingly. Hop on this burning boat at your own risk.
On an unrelated note, this is Malfunction Junction’s 200th comic. I didn’t plan a specific strip for the occasion, but I feel like this one fits the bill pretty well, despite being coincidentally appointed to the position of Number Two Hundred. I’m not planning on giving any kind of a speech today, but I will say that I very much appreciate everyone who wrote or posted comments over the last couple days. It means a lot to me that you guys care about my gullible, heartbroken ass. It’s also nice to know that I can get a little bit personal on here once in a while. Thank you, and know that I will say a little prayer for each and every one of you*.
Sincerely,
Matthew Parker Milby
*I am not actually going to do this.
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This is not the way you want to be broken up with. You do not want your girlfriend to break up with you out of the blue and leave you to find out that she did so from Katie at the bar. It is a really shitty way to get broken up with.
Anyway, it’s been a rough past couple of days for me. This isn’t the first time I’ve been broken up with, but it is the first time I’ve been left for someone else. If you’ve never had that experience yourself, let me tell you, it is everything they say it is.
It might have been easier to deal with if things weren’t going well, but that wasn’t the case. I’ve heard no argument from her about that, either. I was in love with her (I do wish I’d told her), and she said she loved me. That’s what makes this so hopelessly demoralizing. If there had been fights, problems, disagreements, that would have been understandable. If she thought I’d been a dick, that would have been understandable. But when things are going as well as you can imagine, and when you’re doing the best you can– being the best you can– and you still aren’t good enough for them, what does it say? That your best isn’t good enough. That you’re inadequate. That there was nothing you could have done to avoid being left– not because you did any specific thing wrong, or even failed to do things right– but because you simply are not a good enough person, and they’ve found someone better than you. That, my friends, is a hard pill to swallow.
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