Monday, January 10, 2011

30 days of truth {day 4}


Something you have to forgive someone for.

You know, I am REALLY not one to hold grudges. I can't think of a single person that I need to forgive... I seriously hold to the whole school of thought of
"Refusing to forgive is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."
That just makes a ton of sense to me. Holding onto to anger just makes me feel heavy, tired, and irritable... {so does getting 4 hours of sleep per night, but there's not a whole lot I can do to change that right now, and, truth be told, I don't think I would even want to. I love having a standing date with a fat lil' baby in wee small hours of the morning.}

But, I digress.

If I REALLY wanted to strain to come up with someone to forgive {you know, in the interest of being all sorts of deep and truthful and such} I would have to say... I need to forgive my old friend/roommate Melanie. Not that we have spoken in YEARS and not that I want to start talking now, but I think things just ended with her in a way that afforded no closure. She was such an involved and intimate friend for so many years, and then she just sort of disappeared, and I have to say that I really resented that for some time. Now, looking back {AND looking forward, for that matter} I am SUPER grateful that she's not in my life. She was a destructive and negative force to be reckoned with, and as a mom of two boys, I just don't have the energy to deal with someone who sucks all of the good and happiness out of my world on a regular basis. So, I guess I can forgive her, thank her for fading into the night, and move on. {Yes?}

Also, I fear that my whole "I kissed 20 guys" confession came off a, how you say...promiscuous{?} yesterday, so let me just say in my defense:

1. 20 people divided over a 7 year period only equals out to 2.8, it's not like I was kissing boys left and right and any chance I got, and so on, and
2. They really were just kisses. No add extra bases. Just lips touching and me wishing that I was home on my couch eating E.L. Fudges and watching a zombie horror movie instead.

and that's the gospel truth right thar mah friends.


Celeste said...

Dude. You tell anyone who gives you guff about 20 in 7 years to come talk to me. I will tell them tales that will make their ears burn. But do I regret any of my skanky years? Frankly, no. But don't you dare tell Sawyer about that.

the Lola Letters said...

Ha ha!
I wouldn't have regretted it either... had I enjoyed any of it, but sadly, I did not!

{oh, and your secret is safe with me.}

VolleyMom said...

Explaining yourself? YOU? Fah-get-aboutit!!! At our "get to know you" YW activity one of our beehives admitted to kissing her neighbor (boy her age) 3 times so far. And his mom was there. So 20 is not a problem especially when you are 33 when you admit it, not 12. Oh, are you not 33? My bad, I could have sworn that you were older than me. And 20? I beat you, but hey what were the 80's for if not to wear side ponytails and neon colors and makeout with Jason Priestly on an airplane? Right? Ok, back to eating my ice cream whilst I watch Biggest Loser.

ms. marginalia said...

I love what you say about drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die. It makes no sense. At. All. And yet it is so easy to do.

Wonderful post.

Melissa said...

You're so fun in your honesty.

I'd love for you to read my {day 3 & 4} post, so come check it out!
Really my {day 4}, but I lumped them together cause I can...