I guess I should address that it's now been one full year (a leap year I guess) since my last break up meaning that I've now been stag for a year, which is the longest I've been single since Sophomore year in high school.  I really don't feel any sense of remorse over it any longer (to feel that for a year would be downright pathetic) and I actually had my first real (not encouraged by a third party) date since then yesterday, which went well by the way. 

Still, it's an interesting dynamic to take into account in that a year ago I was feeling essentially obliterated in a way I didn't think COULD wear off, and now only one year of my life later I'm doing just fine.

Life is curious.