In college, a former boy interest said that he was too busy to call me.<\/p>\n
“What do you mean by that?” I said, feeling anger cursing through my veins and tears squeezing through my eyes.<\/p>\n
Thousands of thoughts went through my head, but the most prominent one was: He’s at a third-rate college. How can he possibly be more busy than I am? Yes, I had an elitist streak then\u00e2\u20ac\u201dI was a top public university in the nation in my senior year. I was not only working part-time as a research assistant, I was also working as a residential computing consultant. I was taking the GRE for graduate school. I was an officer for a club. I had tons of projects then. Intense classwork. And he…I don’t even remember now what major he studied. But it was certainly not comparable to anything I was doing. How could he possibly be busy?<\/p>\n
Obviously, he was finding an excuse for being unable to end things so explicitly.<\/p>\n
And yet, in the midst of all of it, I still made time. Because I found it that important.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In college, a former boy interest said that he was too busy to call me. “What do you mean by that?” I said, feeling anger cursing through my veins and tears squeezing through my eyes. Thousands of thoughts went through … Continue reading