'He's a dick' training

cousin, D, has been insisting that the moment one gives up on who they fancy (fucking Bridget Jones) that's when the fancied will present back in your life and then you have to retrain yourself to like them again. unfortunately D. said that they don't come back into your life until you convince yourself that your fancied man is a dick. and not fake dislike, you really need to make yourself get over him. referred to as 'he's a dick brain training.' the moment you actually believe that he's no good for you, he's seeing 3 other girls, he's homosexual etc that's when he'll suddenly reappear and seem the epitome of perfection.

went out for brunch with workmates J and B, told them D's ridiculous story... and they both believed it wholeheartedly and tried to convince me it was actually so. what utter rubbish. the world doesn't work in a 'Ha ha, tricked ya!' kind of way. couldn't believe they were backing her up - theory is utter bullshit.

tonight i called D, complaining about boy troubles. by the end of the telephone call we decided to commence 'he's a dick brain retraining.' got off the mobile and said out loud to myself in the car 'ok. beginning he's a dick brain retraining.... He's a dick.' NO SOONER HAD THE WORDS COME OUT OF MY MOUTH THAT THE AFORE MENTIONED 'DICK' MESSAGED MY MOBILE.

called B - told him about the sms right after proclaiming fancied's dickedness. he didn't seem very surprised. that shit me - like as if he was so certain of the theory that of course it would happen. still think it's just one massive coincidence... but slightly freaky too.

decided that, dick or not, have to stop messaging him. went through phone and changed name to DO NOT MESSAGE to remind myself when am about to press send. noticed my ever growing list of DO NOT ANSWER numbers in contact list, combination of stalkers and... well, stalkers. hate that i get like this. if someone talks to me i quieten down. if someone doesn't talk i turn into a fucking maniac and blabber on till i'm totally nonsensical. so - we'll see how long i can withhold contact... perhaps should tell S and J so they can make another bet on me grrrrr