A Black Swan is an unforeseen event that makes a huge impact
A Black Swan is an unforeseen event that makes a huge historical impact. The assassination of Franz Ferdinand, 9/11, and the rise of dot coms are considered Black Swans.
But we all have our own personal Black Swans, yeah? Those events that changed everything about our lives completely unexpectedly?
The ex moved out a year ago this week.
I recorded the above video for my brother after I got back from Baltimore and saw that she, and all her stuff, was gone (nothing risqué; trust me, totally SFW).
I used the spatula to make myself a peanut butter and orange marmalade sandwich. I sat in my empty living room and thought, Well, this is gonna suck. And it did. Really bad.
But it doesn’t anymore. When I do think of a girl, she’s not the one I think of. I never would have believed it.
Time and tide changes everything.
Note to self: If you ever live with a chick again, do not throw out your utensils just because hers matches.
Life is good.
Location: -20 mins, on Broadway, picking grapefruit
Mood: grateful
Music: My heart was broke, my head was sore, what a feeling
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13 replies on “We all have our own Black Swans”
Well, this is gonna suck Those were my exact thoughts five months ago. But you were right. Things did get better.
Get a tripod.
Okay, okay, I will admit that very last sentence made me laugh.
Gina – I'm glad I could make you laugh! And yes, now I have a tripod, thanks…
The Me – And it only took five months – that's nuthin!We're all sorts of awesome, yeah?
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