Unless I expect to see it, I cannot see it.

I don’t know if it’s a gift or a curse, but around my house, I’m the only one who can find anything - but it’s not because I scan the room and see it, but because at some point in the past, I happened to notice, and I just remember where nearly everything is, whether I want to or not. I guess it’s my coping mechanism.

In my 20s, I (a guy) briefly dated a girl who was hopelessly infatuated with a gay guy. I guess technically it wasn’t a triangle because the gay guy had a pretty serious boyfriend, so more of a quadrangle… She got in between them, got him drunk & got herself knocked up, he “did the right thing” and married her, had another kid, then they got divorced after he had an affair with a guy…

It’s funny, I have her friended on Facebook, mostly because the drama is often entertaining, but I usually keep my comments to myself. When the divorce happened, she made this long post that basically said “woe is me, how could this have happened?” I couldn’t resist responding with “maybe because you married a gay guy?”