It’s Tuesday. I’m tired enough to have seriously considered not going to work today. My left foot is hurting. I’m incredibly happy.

I am incredibly happy.

You may be asking why I am happy, although the chances are that you’re reading this because there’s nothing better currently.

Yesterday my ex responded to my message from the Saturday before last.
When I saw it, I think my heart paused for thought. I’m not sure.

Anyway, we messaged each other for a while and I was enjoying it more than I should have.

The whole conversation was weird though. It felt… weird. Odd. I had enough weird conversations last week and I wasn’t entirely in the mood for another.

It seemed so restrained on both sides, but that’s probably me reading too much into it (surprising, I know).

It made my day far more than I thought possible. However, instead of expressing that, all I told my ex was that the conversation was weird.

It was at that moment when I felt my foot lodge itself firmly in my mouth because whilst I wasn’t necessarily up for weirdness, I didn’t mind and was so elated that this was happening that I probably could’ve done something stupid and not cared.

But instead I decided the best course of action was to point out that it was a weird conversation.

Never mind my being a weird person in general.

Now I’m worrying myself over whether I should say something now or later or some time down the track about how I enjoyed talking despite what I pointed out.

I am still happy it happened though.

It certainly is a Tuesday.