Anyhow, went to the National Library, finally. Only managed to borrow 3 books, unfortunately, because someone hadn't returned my over-due book.
This book I've started on? Exes Anonymous. I would say it's been a good read so far, coupled with the irony of the protagonist's ex-boyfriend's name. Unfortunately, it's also starting to fuel my belief that men are beeping insane and that couples who manage to stay together happily must be divine beings of some sort. I really can't see how it's done at all. It's like... I don't know. Magic? I won't tell you what the story's about. You'll have to read it yourself. The girls, anyway. I'm not sure if this is a very bloke-y book, though a few members of the Exes Annoymous club are male. Read the book.
It's very cathartic in a way. I'm quite sure I'm over both my exes, but it's nice to read and nod and say "Mmm. Yes. Been there." Don't fret. I'm not a subscribing member of the "All men are bastards!" club yet. I only believe that some men are bastards.
I currently also think that yes, there's no way two people of the opposite sex can be best friends or really good friends without either of the following two conditions: One or both of them are gay, and one or both of them liked the other or thought that the other liked them, although it didn't work out. Things like that really make or break a relationship.
Also, I'm finding it hard to imagine ever being married. It all seems so much work somehow - dating people, finding out who's suitable for you, working through all your mutual commitment problems, waiting for him to pop the question (or even taking the initiative), etc. etc. I really don't know if I can be bothered anymore.
