Icky.
A nagging sickness in the pit of my stomach.
Thoughts are filled with questions of what has been said and when it was said. And why?
Wondering when the decision was made.
Did it take long? Was the jury hung for a bit until more evidence was gathered?
Or was it quick? Like, in just one moment, with one incident, it was decided?
"That" or "This" is why.
I will never ask.
Because I never want to know.
Not because I am made of sugar and would fall apart upon my ears hearing the very words. But because I am not surprised.
I don't need a reason. I don't their reason.
It would not be worth the energy of listening to. Just as to them I am not worth the energy of telling.
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Oh dear. What happened!?
Mel--
Nothing huge. Just an acquaintance expressed to someone that we both know that they don't like me. Which is fine. But it was the manner of how it was said and the circumstances surrounding it that are just gross. Oh well, what are you gonna do?
Kick that person in the head next time you see them and shout out "I RULE!"
:)
Thanks lady! I think I will. Maybe I will wear my fancy manolos when I do it too. :)
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