cut off your nose
I’m often amazed at how spiteful some people can be. I mean, it’s shocking, really. But then again. Nothing much surprises me anymore. Very few people end up being what you thought they would be when you met them. And sometimes that’s for the best. But sometimes… People can be really petty. Very small. And I’m left to wonder: how does it make you feel inside, knowing how you hurt other people?
Or do you mostly just hurt yourself?
For New Year’s this year, I thought about writing the anti-resolutions. Where I would say things like, “To people who think that messing with someone’s life is a game, well. May it all come back on you onethousandfold. Friend.”
But, like always, upon some self-reflection (and you guys Know How Rare That Is for Me. Ha.), I decided not to do that. I still haven’t capitulated and become the angry blogger. Stripped off my clothes except for a bunny costume head and bunny feet and started firebombing. Well, at least I haven’t started doing that yet. For now, I’m going to forgive the people that have wronged me this past year. And it’s straight from the heart:
You shouldn’t have started all of the unnecessary drama. And, in your heart, you know you shouldn’t have involved me. But you did. And I’m not angry. I feel bad for you. I’ve forgiven you, for everything.
And now, I’m going to forget you.
I started already, at the beginning of December. You probably didn’t notice. Didn’t even feel it when I started to move on. Or maybe you did. Maybe you felt the cool breeze of my disregard. A hitch in your step that you attributed to a crack in the sidewalk. A funny happenstance that you wanted to share, but on the heels of the thought was the knowledge that you have no right to contact me. And as time goes on, forgetting just gets easier for me to do. I hope it gets easier for you, too.
Happy New Year, dear readers. I hope it’s filled with new beginnings, new challenges and most of all, new friends.
Or do you mostly just hurt yourself?
For New Year’s this year, I thought about writing the anti-resolutions. Where I would say things like, “To people who think that messing with someone’s life is a game, well. May it all come back on you onethousandfold. Friend.”
But, like always, upon some self-reflection (and you guys Know How Rare That Is for Me. Ha.), I decided not to do that. I still haven’t capitulated and become the angry blogger. Stripped off my clothes except for a bunny costume head and bunny feet and started firebombing. Well, at least I haven’t started doing that yet. For now, I’m going to forgive the people that have wronged me this past year. And it’s straight from the heart:
You shouldn’t have started all of the unnecessary drama. And, in your heart, you know you shouldn’t have involved me. But you did. And I’m not angry. I feel bad for you. I’ve forgiven you, for everything.
And now, I’m going to forget you.
I started already, at the beginning of December. You probably didn’t notice. Didn’t even feel it when I started to move on. Or maybe you did. Maybe you felt the cool breeze of my disregard. A hitch in your step that you attributed to a crack in the sidewalk. A funny happenstance that you wanted to share, but on the heels of the thought was the knowledge that you have no right to contact me. And as time goes on, forgetting just gets easier for me to do. I hope it gets easier for you, too.
Happy New Year, dear readers. I hope it’s filled with new beginnings, new challenges and most of all, new friends.
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