“God can be so hilarious. Ha ha. Ha ha.”

It was the end of May.

Jayme, Maria, and I were watching the first Sex and the City movie.  In the film, Big doesn’t show up to his own wedding.  His fiancé, Carrie, is devastated.  When she confronts him on the street only moments after he told her he wasn’t coming, she is hysterical.  She hits him.  Repeatedly.

I had just dealt with a similar (but still very different) situation.  “Is it ever okay to hit?” I asked the room.  “Like really?  Shouldn’t you never slap someone?”

“I really don’t think it’s ever okay to hit someone,” Jayme responded.  Her words wounded me a little, as she knew that I had recently lost control of my emotions and slapped a boy.

After Maria left, I brought it up again.  I’d been sitting there over-thinking it and feeling guilty and terrible.

“Should I apologize?  To xxxxxx for hitting him?” I asked.  “I mean, it’s never okay to hit someone.”

Jayme looked at me, and very sternly she said, “No.  He deserved it.”

“But..,”  I started.

“No.  I mean.  It’s not okay to hit.  But he deserved it,” she assured me.

“I just.  I just feel so bad,” I told her.

“Well stop.  Stop feeling bad,” she said.

I told this story to Rona via email.  Jayme’s a sage, she wrote in response. I think she verbalized exactly what the situation is.  Also, a few slaps make a man!!

This boy and I have mutual friends on Facebook.  In my news feed the other day, I noticed a comment one of them posted on his wall.  The mutual friend was expressing how happy he was that this boy has found himself a girlfriend.  It contained the text: …it’s been a while since either of us have dated someone…

I found this funny, since the boy whose wall it was had dated me for months almost immediately before he decided to commit himself to this new girl.  Maybe he never mentioned it.  Us.

Ha ha.

Also quite funny is that this other guy just moved back to Brooklyn.  He now lives around the corner from me with the girl he left me for two years ago.  It certainly does not affect my heart anymore, it’s just… funny.

Ha ha.

But returning to Facebook and emails, I recently received an email from a very old friend that I just reconnected with over Facebook.  He wrote:

Hey Ashleigh, I wouldn’t normally do this. I tend to be shy and don’t really Facebook and all that stuff. I am content to have left my old life behind and blend in…  MY POINT. I loved your website. Really cool words. Thanks for sharing them. Good AM reading. Even if they leave a small hint of residual sadness in the room.

I thought that was nice.

And finally, back to Jayme.  She and I were playing pool the other night at Lockinn.  The jukebox there contains one of my favorite Depeche Mode songs, “Blasphemous Rumours”.  Additionally, I have become newly obsessed with the Regina Spektor song, “Laughing With”.

These songs have much in common.  Maybe they should fall in love.

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
but I think that God’s got a sick sense of humor,
and when I die I expect to find him laughing.

(Depeche Mode, “Blasphemous Rumours”)

God can be funny
when told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way,
and when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus.
God can be so hilarious.
Ha ha.  Ha ha.

(Regina Spektor, “Laughing With”)

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