My Ex(s) Know I Exist

So bare with me because this was originally going to be a YouTube video before my computer crashed. Anyway we play the cards we're dealt.  

Basically yesterday was a weirdly emotional day for me for a few reasons.  One, my brain chemistry desided just for the lols to wig out on me so I was very hyper emotional all day for no solid reason.  Second I haven't really talked or seen my most recent ex-boyfriend since his family got into town two ish weeks ago so the feeling of abandonment I get when a relationship ends felt very real (even though to the best of my knowledge he's still super chill and everything is fine).  Thirdly I got introduced to a friend of a friend who knows my ex-boyfriend.  Not the most recent one but like THE ex-boyfriend.  The major one. So that threw me for a bit of a loop.  Mix alcohol into the equation and you get one majorly emotional Graeme. 

But regardless of any of that I was on my way home at like 3am when, as I was reflecting on the entire night, I had a obvious and strange thought.   I've spent a good deal of mental energy and time blocking (for the most part)  my ex boyfriends from my life and trying to move past them.  Then, out of the blue I'm confronted with the fact that they very much still know who I am and how I'm doing.  They may not keep tabs on me but they know I'm alive and I still exist.  

I'm not sure what message I'm supposed to extract from this messy train of thought but I'm leaning more on the side of mental peace.  That of understanding that however much of an impact they had on my life I had more or less an equal impact on them.   

Was it Albert Einstein that said for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction?  If so I'm now understanding more and more what that means to me.  

I'll post the video when I can.  

G- 

As a foot note from around 8:30pm the same day from publishing this I think my problem (if I can say it's a problem) right now is that the people in Vancouver are too close.   Especially in a community that's so (for lack of a better word) insestuious the seven steps of separation never go far.  What I mean is everyone will either know you or one of your friends.  See above for example.