REACHING OUT
It’s crazy how some earthlings assume they can just easily come back into your life, pick up where you left off, resume the relationship, and arrogantly expect you’ve completely forgotten how insensitive and uncaring they behaved in the recent past. The countless times when you’ve been trying to reach out to them, only to have your outstretched hands swatted like flies . . . countless times, too. I got bruised, am sore and stiff from hanging onto our friendship, so I eventually let go. If you didn’t want my presence in your life, fine, your loss. You’re depriving yourself of a good company, honey, a joy in your life. You’re not worth the pain.
Now you’re back. My feelings ain’t a light switch that you can just turn on and off.
You better give me one good reason why I should still keep our friendship.
You can start with that creamy, luscious, oh-so-sweet-and-yummy Twix or that poop-shaped Hershey Kisses . . . you know those are my weakness.
Welcome back to my world, kazin. I never stay mad; it’s enervating, I’m too old for that crap.
