You know how sometimes you'll have a friend, and then something happens, and then you're not friends anymore? And then you try and fix it maybe, and it doesn't work, and so you just have to leave it alone? And then you finally get to the point when you don't really think about them anymore, and your daily life doesn't really have reminders of them everywhere you look?
It seems that inevitably it is then that someone tells you something about them. Or you find something of theirs. Or you read something they wrote. And you feel so...just so yuck. It's like the no fail, instant confidence deflator. Suddenly you have no friends at all, no one likes you, and you begin planning ways to stay inside, all the time, where there are no people to decide not to like you. Because people are mean.
Well, some of them are. But why do we revisit the mean ones?
I wish I knew why we revisit crappy places. Seems like we try to tear up the map that gets us there, but we remember the route, no matter what. And as we're driving along, minding our own business, we just end up there. Sometimes makes you wanna never GO anywhere, just like you said.
Maybe we can go to those places, gas it up, and drop a match. Burn down the memories and the rotten, mean people that created them. Can we do that?
Posted by: Allison | June 24, 2005 at 09:33 PM