When you're getting over someone you get to this point were you get this weird craving for them. Then you check their social media outlets. See what their updates are. Then the craving is gone. What is that?
It's not like you want to talk to them or even miss them being around. You just want to know what their doing and how their doing it. Like just watching that person getting a snack out of the fridge would be enough. Then I'd climb out of my peeping Tom tree and go home and wonder what mom had on the dinner table.
No, this doesn't happen everyday. Less and less often does it occur now. Sometimes I find myself on Instagram because that's where I can find the previous heartache. I can't remember the last time I was on that one...now.
I guess the weird part is remembering how much you cared. How much time was spent thinking about that person...what am I doing with that time now? Duh, catching up on Nurse Jackie. Crying over the end of Betty Draper. And laughing about the fact that Josh Gad will never reach the Billy Crystal level. (I would also add something about Game of Thrones here but I know how crazy those peeps are about spoilers.)
But that caring has flat-lined. You don't feel it when you read a status or see a picture. It's just a picture, with a person in it. It's just a egotistical status, pretending like people care what your next move is. It's a weird realization that they still exist. You still exist. And you both seem to be breathing.