Interesting Aspects of Life

So I was bored and wandering around MySpace when I stumbled on a person that I figured (or perhaps hoped) had fallen off the face of the earth. To say I was dumbfounded would have been an understatement as I would never figure this person to be on a site such as this in a million years.


The posting is as arrogant and self-righteous as this person is, at least in my own humble opinion. You must admire the honesty and agree that it is refreshing ~ obnoxiously pompous in delivery but refreshing none the less.


Here is the odd part... I wanted to talk to the person. To call and say hi, what's up... to see their face and if they had changed over the years... to hug them... to slap them. I go around hoping to never be found and still small pieces want to reach out from time to time to... to what, really? To make sure THEY haven't forgetten me... to see if they occassionally cry at night too... to see if my hopes of them feeling like shit for all they have done come to pass?


Try to push it all away, bury it in a box, forget about the bruises (both emotional and physical) to ultimately forgive them for being who or what they are... and ultimately you can't... or is it ultimately you won't?