Easy come, easy go, little high, little low. I don't even remember how nostalgia bit me in my tiny garlic ass this time, but I must have ended up on his instagram profile just to have this eureka moment. I've always categorised men very black or white, very Jekyll or Hyde, very aww or naww. There were guys that treated me okay and loved me, and there were guys that I loved, but it was probably their first day on Earth, as they had no clue how to be a decent human being. Usually there was no cross-section. I've been convinced (by myself) that the ones that treated me poorly were always aware of it and did so by choice. Until I got lost on the world wide web and ended up on this one's social media profile. I scrolled through the thing until I reached the part that seemed familiar from the time we were involved (whatever the f :) it was). Then it hit me: nothing changed. The posts were all the same. I saw no evolvement and no conscience. Time stands still on that page. ...