As we live, we are making our own personal histories. Yet no matter how hard we try, history seems to manage to get past our conscious effort of avoiding it and come out repeating itself somehow.
Remember the time when your mom (or dad, or both) would tell you on a weekend (or holiday, or anytime that they're at home) to say that they're not home when a certain person (they don't want to entertain) come to visit?
Well, yesterday, I have become that person that an old friend (which friendship one that might be considered a tight one...or I might have assumed too much) didn't want to see.
In defense of my pride though, the visit was not at all intentional. But as their place was along the way to my Auntie's (it was a beautiful morning and the midday sun was hidden by big, puffy clouds, I opted to walk...like it was only one and a half block away from the shop), I decided against not making a housecall. And I thought that was a bright idea. I rationalized that a few hellos are in order considering a decade is one hell of a long time for 'friends' to have not seen each other.
Kids!!! They are vey bad liars. Pity! They have very little choice in telling the truth or not. No wonder we all grow up as deceitful, disloyal adults. Yeah, this particular 'friend' told 'his' (there, it's a 'he') daughter to tell me that he went somewhere (when earlier, the daughter went off apparently to fetch him) . Can you believe that!?!?
I raged for a spell, but that was it. It's not my loss (but as usual I couldnt get it off my head until it's published for all to read and express some sympathy).
I hate to see myself in that place where I don't want to see my friends anymore. I mean, for what reason should I shy aeay from everyone? It's unthinkable!!! Wow, I guess I need to see about that friend of mine I vowed not to see anymore :)
(my kennel is growing. it's three dogs and a cat no more so blog name is back to original)
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