curiosity + google = bad idea

So, for some reason I was under the impression that I had some free time on my hands. We'll ignore the fact that this is crazy, and instead focus on the stupid thing I did while using up this imaginary free time. I posted before on the fascinating merits of "googling" but I have officially changed my mind: I hate googling. It's big and scary and just plain trouble for painfully curious gals like me.

I so very stupidly "googled" a person from my past (ok, an old boyfriend who dumped me for a much younger, flat-chested blonde chick, with a  wealthy family, who answered phones at my gynecologist's office). You know you've done it, too, but I have no idea why I was compelled to do such a thing when my life is lovely and he wasn't all the great in the first place. Still I ignored the little voice that said " don't go there."

Secretly I hoped he was  bald, his wife suddenly ugly, their life dull, still mooching off his parents. Well, I don't know how much you can tell about all that from a little blog, but none of that seems to be the case. Not even a little bit. After seeing the blog--adventures all over the world, wife looking all fabulous mid-labor, life all fun and happy all over--I felt jealous, unattractive, inferior, boring, lame.  I was overcome with ickiness. Ugh.  The googling was a bad idea.

At least my kid is cuter, I'm smarter, and my hubby is better looking. Actually better all around. All of these things matter, of course, if only in the world of old boyfriends. Clearly I have issues.