So often in my life have I thought things would always “work out” like the movies or TV. It never does, it like when someone who doesn’t believe in god prays anyway hoping 2+2=5. However, I’ve got this horrible feeling I am about to star in my very own episode of “My Worst Nightmare”.
Coming up at the end of June, pending enough entries, is the BUKC Legends race. There is a team entered by Marcus Haggers, of LMH College, Oxford. This team contains him and his mates. No problem with that. However, in a six degrees of Kevin Bacon style thing, one of these people could be someone I affectionately refer to as The Amazing Twat Boy. i.e. The guy who repeatedly asked out my girlfriend for three years. Who then got my girlfriend two weeks after she split up from me. I hated that guy. I hate that I have been told that we’re reasonably similar. Like he’s the inferior version of me that’s better overall because he’s nearby.
“So what?” I hear you cry. I’ve not seen the guy since all the crapness of last September. I do think I’d ever have to deal with this. Why do I possibly have to deal with it on what could be one of the best moments of the year.
Ok, we’re talking extremes here, but my life is turning into a TV show I do not want to watch.