Am I Truman?

Have you seen The Truman Show? Am I the modern day Truman? I understand that you aren't allowed to blow the secret. In fact, I'm sure that my one true love is trying desperately to make it to me just in time to tell me my life is a tv show. You're all casting your vote via twitter on how I will live my next humiliating moment, right? Because there's no way it just happens like this. I do not know how such events continue to take place in my life. Modern day Truman is my only explanation.

Last week's homeboy made a special appearance again. Facebook was so kind as to remind me that it was his birthday. But it was one of those "I could wish you happy birthday on your wall but I don't want you to think that I'm giving you the time of day" situations. You know what I mean. So I didn't do anything. I was as the store with my mom, buying supplies for a party that night. (I feel the need to explain myself because I was shopping with my mom...but the truth is I do it all the time) The best part was that the phrase, "cheese curds! We should make poutine!" had seriously just left my lips when I turn around to see homeboy skillet walk up beside me. Our conversation went as follows:

Me: "ohhh hey!"

Homeboy: "hi.."

Me: "hey, isn't it your birthday?"

Homeboy: "yuuuup!"

My mom: "how old? 22?"

Homeboy: "yup, 22!"

Me: "Ya know...Taylor Swift sings a great song about being 22..."

Homeboy: "haha, ya..uhhh I actually do know that."

My awesome social skills may be one reason why I will be single for the rest of my life. My craving for poutine may be the second. Is the most pathetic part of this story the fact that two 20- something year olds are shopping with their moms at the local grocery store? Gah, I'm such a loser.