Um, weird

Coming from work, I dropped by the small grocery near our subdivision to buy something for my never-ending quest to drop a few pounds.

[Actually, the quest will end this Sunday, after my sister's wedding, and the quest is to shed a LOT of pounds. So yeah. Good luck right?]

I went inside the grocery, with my earphones blasting music, heading straight to the Coffee/Tea aisle.

[Yes, I was going to buy those herbal teas that make you go poo-poo. I was am desperate! I only have 6 days to go!]

But then I noticed the long lines at the cashiers -- meh. Herbal tea-drinking will have to start the next day then.

So I turned around, heading back to the door, when I heard some guy [faintly, I must say, since I was wearing my earphones] call my name.

"Shell. Shell. Shell!"

There was only one guy who can possibly be at the same grocery, and calling me by that name.

Just when I thought...

There were times you were excruciatingly annoying.

Or being such an asshole.

Or a jerk.

Or just plain oblivious to my feelings, our past, and my existence.

All the while with me trying to re-engineer my life without you. Trying to undo the (bad) changes you made me go through. Trying to reset the matrix of my existence, to find the "me" that I lost when I was with you, to rebuild myself without you as my cornerstone and my foundation.

Then, you asked: