I’ve said it before and I will say it again: I am not the same person I was last Halloween (2009) and I totally, thoroughly, vehemently resent it.
And I am still stuck on: Was/am I THAT MUCH of asshole to have incurred all of that bullshit and heartache? How could I be so clueless about my own nature?
So, I wash, rinse and repeat as I have for the past 371 days: Don't take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. Even though that is your blood, its spillage was unintentional. That others are interacting with you is the illusion: Who they are truly interacting with is themselves, a part of which has been projected onto you.
Maybe this is why people don’t remember the color of your eyes or your birthday: It has nothing to do with them.
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