Soundtrack For The Ghosted

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What a ghostee needs is closure. One tiny, easy text that says, “It’s over.” Tell the truth, make up a reason, be kind or rude, it doesn’t matter. Say something. Please.

Here are some songs to listen to while you obsess ghostee. It’s OK; try not to be so hard on yourself.

Ghoster’s Paradise by Hannah VanderPoel

Girls Chase Boys by Ingrid Michaelson

Rootless Tree by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan

FourFiveSeconds by Rihanna, Kanye West, and Paul McCartney

Let it Die by Feist

Hit ‘Em Up by 2Pac

Someone That I Used To Know by Gotye

Never Ever by All Saints

Mexican Wrestler by Jill Sobule

Really Don’t Care by Demi Lovato

Soundtrack For The Ghosted

Don’t Call Me, I Won’t Call You Too

There is a lesson I can’t seem to learn, not even from Ingrid Michaelson.

Her song, “Girls Chase Boys” from 2014 consists almost entirely of her repeating over and over (I counted 10 times) the following verse:

All the broken hearts in the world still beat
Let’s not make it harder than it has to be
Ooooooh it’s all the same thing
Girls chase boys chase girls

I chase boys. I can’t stop. I have CTE from repeatedly ramming my head into this wall. I’m the girl who thinks it’s a good idea to text a guy a picture from the cool thing I’m doing, even though I haven’t heard from him in a week. I’m the girl who thinks a date went well, wonder why I don’t hear from the guy the next day (or the day after), so I ask him, and he has to tell me that he just doesn’t see a romantic future for us.

Or this (text exchange) happens:

Me (paraphrasing drunken babbling): What’s going on, are you seeing someone else you like better and keeping me around just in case?
Him (direct quote): “No trippin’.”

Why do I push it to this point? Why do I make it harder than it has to be? Why do I repeat this mistake over and over again. I know the answer to my question but I ask it anyway. I think it will be better “knowing for sure,” but I do know for sure.

If he liked me he’d tell me, he’d show me, he’d call or text me, he’d ask me out on another date, he’d chase me. Why am I “trippin’?” Why would I even like someone who would say that?

OK readers, I vow to make this a week of no foolish useless chasing. I’m not calling them too. I’m gonna be alright. Check me.

Boys Chase Girls

Don’t Call Me, I Won’t Call You Too