This forgiveness malarky is not very easy at all….
Today is Day 3 and I had to write a list of people that I want to forgive, and that list, I have to tell you, is quite a long one…
As for the list of people that I wanted to forgive me?
Just the one.
And that’s debatable.
Because I rarely do anything that wrong or that wasn’t deserved in the first place. 😉
Then I had to choose one person from the first list that wasn’t too traumatic to address and eventually forgive, but by the same token wasn’t too easy either.
A 5 or a 6 out of 10 as it were.
So I choose someone whom I believe that used my vulnerability to her own selfish ends and tried to punish me when I no longer danced to her tune.
The trouble is though, within a matter of hours, someone else’s rating has shot up and I’m going to have to address him one way or t’other.
Because, I’ve just discovered, not only did this person judge me, influenced another person against me and screwed me over, but used something I gave him to benefit his position, and had no qualms about sharing this information with me today.
Now my inner Malvo is whispering “He. Is. Screwed. He made a choice and now there’s a consequence. You? You’re the consequence. Here there be one very pissed off dragon, and someone need a roasting…”
So much for a successful day three. 😦
I SO want REVENGE.
The thing is, if you knew what this infringement was, you probably wouldn’t think it was a big deal. And on it’s own, it’s not. It’s just the last straw as it were. To screw someone over and then to casually throw into the conversation the fact that you used something you gave them to benefit their position was just a large pinch of Malvern salt scrubbed into a not yet healed wound with a nice, big, scratchy granite pestle.
I mean, someone has to pay here!
To think I was whinging on the other day about not having any weapons; right now I don’t need one. I could decapitate him with my teeth if need be. The fact that he’s still in the same county amazes me, but to be fair, he didn’t know the ‘old’ Sista otherwise he’d be getting emergency plastic surgery as we speak just so’s I didn’t get my hands on him.
Dessie Tutu, I don’t want to forgive this asshole! I want to annihilate him!
God, there has to be some state between feeble/weak/pathetic and homicidal rage, because if there isn’t I don’t think I can do this anymore without picking a side, and right now, rage is most likely to get my vote…
But I went for a walk, pounded the shit out of some bread dough, then pondered on that old adage about the very best kind of revenge…
Let’s make it clear, whilst this person and I are no longer close, and he isn’t going to feature heavily in my life moving forward, there’s no benefit in slapping him down over this and he’s still going to be around, so…I’ll let it slide this time. Water off a duck’s wotsit. If he’s learned something from me and used it to get more business, good for him! He clearly has no ideas or imagination of his own.
He also has to deal with me beating his performance at every turn moving forward.
So I forgive you Wanker. That said, you clearly have no moral compass and I’ll bear that in mind in future.
And I’ll never share anything with you ever again.
So you’ll just have to find shit of your own volition in future.
But let’s face it.
It won’t ever be as good as mine 😉
Today, I forgave someone. 🙂
OK I’m hardly Matty Gandhi here, but heaven knows I’m trying…
And God, as we know, loves a trier!!