I pack scorn, and I don't care...

Just when I thought I wasn’t a stereotypical male…

Today, I realised that my wedding anniversary was on the 20th of July, and I had totally forgotten about it. There wasn’t a pang of anything on that day, no subtle cue that I had forgotten something.

In fact, if I cast my blog back to that date, I was worrying about how the newspaper used the term “P plater” when it didn’t really apply to the story at all, and I was thinking about applying for that job in Japan.

That was also the day I found out that I got this other job I recently went for.

So that just also shows (to me at least) that my anniversary simply did not register in my mind whatsoever, and that the ex-wife has been cast back to the realm of my mind that contains mathematics, repressed memories of childhood ridicule, lather-rinse-repeat and other superfluous teachings of low import.

Dr Freud, eat your heart out.

So, consciously… and sub-consciously (if you believe in the existence thereof), I totally forgot about the day my ex-wife and I loosely tied the knot of matrimony.

“But you remember it now,” I hear you exclaim, “so that must mean that it registers on some level.”

“Pshaw” I say, or maybe even, “codswallop” or other such pompous terms reminiscent of an old socialite outlining their disdain.

I never pass up an opportunity to reassure myself of how little she meant to me. It makes me feel better. I am only human, after all.

Hey, have I mentioned how much I’m enjoying my freedom? Or how I now have a higher paying job with a wage that I can use to spoil myself, instead of funding the shopping exploits of a disrespectful woman?

Yeah. Take that.

This does, however, point to the existence of my bloated ego, and how I simply must maintain that I’m the better person out of the ex-wife and I, despite the fact that none of you will probably ever meet me, or even her.

But packing scorn onto that woman makes me feel validated.

So... meh. Screw it. I’m telling you anyway.

“I totally forgot my wedding anniversary, and that makes me feel great!”