Ghosts

Yesterday, I saw someone I’m not fond of. I mentioned to my work buddy, “Gah. There’s someone I’m not fond of. I hope that person doesn’t recognise me.” And really, there’s a good chance I would have been able to stay relatively incognito. But then I started thinking ‘this is ridiculous. I don’t live in fear.’

So I approached the ghost and re-introduced myself, made some small talk, and the ghost went on its merry way.

This is significant for a couple of reasons (I’m in point-form mood lately; please bear with me):
1) There are very few people I dislike. It really takes an awful lot for you to prove to me that you’re not worth my time and energy. My ghost managed to do so in eight months, which I think is a record.

2) I’ve discovered in the last few years that I do, in fact, hold a grudge. But usually not against people who wrong *me*. Usually it’s against people who harm someone else. I still hold a bit of a grudge against my ghost…obviously, because my initial reaction was to hide.

3) It proved to me that all the confidence that my ghost stripped away from me over six months or so has grown back. Thank you, family, friends, and career!

I’m hoping tonight to see Road Rage and my BFFFCWPUWMSFY (Best Friend Forever From Childhood Who Put Up With My Shit For Years) whom I haven’t seen in seven years. I’m excited about both.

Thanks for the prayers and good mojo and meatballs. I think it’s helping.