Would you like your ex to date a Nazi or a Saint?

This text has been influenced/inspired by a blog entry of Dan Harmon’s.

Wouldn’t it be easier if we could assure that we’d never meet our exes ever again? At least for people like me, whose inner monologue will never not attempt to “understand the why”, it would be better. Because, if you run into your ex and you see her with a different person by her side, what are you supposed to feel? I’m actually asking.