I will get back to posting bits of Tash’s story, I promise, but today I must vent.
I will try to be diplomatic. Sensitive. Compassionate. You know, all those things that flee from your mind when someone drives you up a wall. You get it. I know you do.
I’m generally an accepting person. I try to see the good in everyone, even when their goodness is very well hidden. I trust people. I believe them when they tell me something, and I am disappointed if they don’t keep their word.
But then there are Some People.
These are the ones everybody has in their life. The ones that live to make you miserable. The ones that cause your inner groan to escape with great depth and volume. It’s all about them and they take it to a whole new level.
Yeah. I know a few. And they always come out of the woodwork at the worst possible moment. At the same time. They’re like the colony of ants that live outside my house. You never just see one of them. They overrun the place.
I know Jesus said we’re supposed to our love our neighbours as ourselves. But I’m glad these people aren’t my neighbours. I know, I know, a technicality. I sort of do love these people – as long as they keep their distance and I don’t have to actually carry on a conversation or be in the same room with them. It’s best that way.
Does all of this make sense?
If it doesn’t, I apologize. It’s the best I can do without saying what I really think.