An Aniversary of Sorts...

Finally I get around to writing a blog. Funny times because this day seems to be going my way the entire day. So I guess I'll jump straight into what today means to me. A year ago today, my life literally changed. The guy you have all come to know and love was starting to mold. The break up happened this time last year. And boy what a break up it was. I was in a relationship for almost 5 years. Unfortunately, we didn't make it. Am I sad about it? I'm not going to lie; I wish it would have worked out. But it didn't. And that's life. I can't sit here and cry about it like I had for 7 months. Well... I guess I am bitching about it since I'm actually taking the time to actually mention it instead of writing something funny. But hey, I need an off day. Anygay, would I go back? Probably not. I don't think ever. During a break up, as I'm sure a lot of you probably have gone through, you find out about the person you fell for but you also find out a little more about yourself. The thing for me is that I was too dependent on having a relationship. I wasn't really being myself to my full potential. Since the incident, I've done so much it's hilarious. I started doing stand up, which I need to pick back up on, and it got me to some pretty crazy opportunities. Like meeting Mel Brooks and getting advice from him. I can honestly say that Mel was on my dick that night because after he shook my hand, I immediately got in my car and jerked while I drove away from the $100,000 plate event. I've gone from doing stand up, getting closer to my family, hanging with my friends and meeting some new ones along the way, doing my first Dirty Sanchez, donkey punching the ladies, and much more. I know the question is probably going to come up if my ex was holding me back. The answer to that is no not at all. I just never had the guts to do any of that stuff because I was focused on making us happy and making sure we were ok. People change over time and that's usually the main reasons for break ups. I wasn't going to sit at home and practically kill myself because we broke up. I know how I used to get and that's why I started going out more. And thank God for friends because they know how emo I get. Which I hate using that word because I sound like a douche.