…and sometimes the mess isn’t yours to clean up.
The last few days have been a whirlwind of stupid in my world. Shocking, I know. But, we all know shit happens and it just happened to land on me. As a result, I have heard multiple times that I need to fix this situation. I didn’t do it. I feel no guilt for it. I feel justified in my stance.
So, no, I will not clean this up.
I was hurt. I was the one that had words said about them. I made my feelings known (privately) to only receive a response publically. Sadly, this all occurred via text. Both of us are guilty of not calling the other. I can admit when I’m wrong and I was wrong there. But, blasting someone in a group is a breach of trust. I guess the hardest part is getting a glimpse as to how someone truly sees you after years of knowing one another. I felt a rift starting some time ago, but thought we had plenty of time to fix it before it became an issue. I guess we let it go too long.
I am not perfect. Perfection does NOT exist. Flaws are what makes the world a wondrous place. Flaws are what make people interesting, and I am VERY interesting. And…if you don’t like my flaws you have two options: talk to me about them or learn to live with them.
I can’t fix what I don’t know.
Life will go on and I will enjoy the ride.
Find joy. Be joy. Enjoy.
New Ink. Used Ideas. 