There’s lots of theories on how to move on, but here’s a new one for you: overwriting. This simple trick involves revisiting all those places that you shared special times with your ex and making even better memories; free of any emotional baggage. Because let’s face it, after a breakup you often find yourself dividing up the physical pieces of your relationship into boxes: albums, movies, friends (not that you should physically put your friends into boxes, or at least not without the proper air holes), his stuff, your stuff, etc., etc., etc. But we tend to overlook the places. And getting sole custody of them (because often they’re public ones) is a rather difficult task. Especially, if you’re like me and live in a small, one-foot diameter town, many of these places are unavoidable. So rather then exiling yourself, give these places a little TLC, and renovate them with new memories. Here are some of the places ripe for overwriting.
Your Local Greasy Spoon
Don’t give up that orgasmic burrito. Just because your favorite eatery may be tainted with memories of late night burrito binges with your ex, doesn’t mean you can’t continue to go there. Embrace your own company, and go yourself, or with friends. Hell, go on a first date there with a new prey if you really want to psychoanalyze yourself that night when you’re trying to sleep.
Your Coffee Shop
Places to pass the time. Parks, concert venues, and coffee shops have been around for decades. If people stopped going to them just because of ghostly ex memories, well, needless to say these places would be about as dry as Michael Cera’s sex life (the kid has definitely experienced multiple droughts in his lifetime).
Sexcapades Locales
According to a study done by The Icebreak, cars and nature rank the highest on the sex-in-public-places chart. For you sexual adventurers out there, making new memories in a past hook up spot wouldn’t hurt. Instead of thinking of it as “oh that’s where _____ and I poked each other,” change it to, “oh that’s where I threw up after out-drinking everyone at that party,” (or whatever memory makes your talents shine, shoot for the stars ladies!)
Where You First Met
My ex and I met at the finish line of an annual Fourth of July 5k in our town, one we have always (and still- it’s a small town thing) run. It’s places like this one that requires the most TLC and renovation, but don’t under estimate yourself, after all, throwing up at a 5k finish line isn’t that fond of a memory anyway.
