The Quarter Life Crisis of an Ashkenazi Princess

I'm sitting on a towel in Plaza of the Americas with my Monday Krishna typing away at my computer and listening to my Heartbreak playlist through my earbuds with a tote bag next to me. You could say I'm exuding main character energy, but really I'm just trying to get comfortable. There's no one here that could possibly judge me in good faith as I'm probably cooler than most people here, but its a good tension exercise for me being alone in public.  I came here for good food, pushing myself outside of my comfort zone, and reflection. Last night, Ross and I "broke up." I put that in quotations because we were never actually dating, just talking frequently. We wanted different things. He wanted a "med school wife" as I like to call it, and I wanted a distraction and an NJB who made me feel like there were still nice, eligible bachelors out there. As we sat there on Facetime discussing the fact that this probably shouldn't continue, and he wiped ...

Am I really going to let a fuckboy ruin my entire homecoming week? No I've been here before. I've been duped like this. I've been with the Mikey Butlers and Jeff Shoenfelts of the world, and more recently the Derek Pearsons. I guess I thought that I was too experienced in life to fall for one again, but apparently I was wrong. I guess the pain is so distracting because I'm not used to it... I haven't felt the sting of a fuckboy rejection in a long time. I've had the shield of a boyfriend around me for so long that I've forgotten the highs and lows of being single. I got over-confident and naive... simple as that. Now that Eddie is added to my list of "Guys that Duped Me", I'll hurt for awhile... and then he'll mean nothing to me. I've got an Ivy League law student and a future neurosurgeon pining after me; why should this guy mean shit to me? And he won't very soon, I just need to tell myself that I'm better than that. I'll ...