I have a few people I could name here, and call out on my little chunk of the internet that they're not going to ever see, anyway. There's a couple of asshole exes. There's that boss that I had in Dallas who not only made me miserable, but made my dad lose a metric buttload of money. There are bullies from my childhood and teen years, there are boys I crushed on that weren't bright enough to reciprocate, and there are girls who were friends I trusted but stabbed me in the back. These people exist. They exist, but they really don't matter anymore. They did, once, but I'm over them... and I don't want to give them power by calling attention to them again.
I could probably be a good recipient of this subject, too. I fully know that I've long since been one of those "my own worst enemy" people, but I'm trying really hard to let go of beating myself up.
I've already said that I don't have anybody that I need to forgive... and if I drag up old shit just for the sake of meeting a challenge, I'm defying the nature of that statement, one that I really do hold to be true.
So.... pass. I'm not doing this one. Neener.
This post is part of the 30 Days of Truth Challenge .
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