Anger = Regret

A few weeks ago, I had a dumb fight with someone that I care about deeply. I inadvertently offended a friend, and when she expressed her anger at me, I  became the offended party.

At the end of the day, blame matters little. Blame is for idiots and small children.

I care about this other person, certainly a great deal more than the minute conflict at hand.

I'm pretty sure we both felt awful. I know I did.

However, we both realised that the fact of knowing one another far outweighed the trifle before us.

I let my anger obscure my priorities. As a course of action, I don't recommend it. It didn't do much for me, and it won't do much for you.

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An Ode To Old Friends

If you are blessed enough in life, you are granted at least one old friend. If you are really lucky, you may have many.

Tonight, I had dinner with one such friend.

The thing about old friends is that you must be of a certain age to have them. The friendship is unquestioned and steadfast, regardless of the direction that either life has taken. And be aware that after you cross a certain threshold in life it becomes impossible to acquire any more old friends.

Old friends are best because they knew you when you were both punk ass morons. You can't fake it with an old friend, they see your bullshit from a mile away.

Time brings trust, and an old friend comes with no need for context. An evening with an old friend brings a lot of baggage, but it is so easily checked.

Acquire them while you can, because this truly is a limited time offer, while supplies last.

I know as you read this that you have someone in your mind. Maybe you should shoot them an email while you can.

Share a meal, share a drink, reconnect. I'm sure you'll find that everything has changed, and nothing much has changed.

While time waits for no one, some things in our lives are indeed timeless, thank God.

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Grudge not, lest you begrudged

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Grudges, most of us have them. I know I do. I've got a few real big ones that I carry around on my shoulders each and every day. Despite the heavy weight of these grudges, I've had them for a long while, and over the course of time, we have become friends.

I carry other grudges around with me, but these are smaller. They fit neatly into my back pocket and the inventory tends to ebb and recede. These grudges exist on a rotating basis and have worn themselves into the flexible pattern of my day to day life. I like to keep them handy so that I may pull them out, like so many go into jail free cards, as I go through my day to day endeavours. These back pocket grudges are something I use regularly, to ward off the grudged.

A grudge is little more than unresolved anger that is held onto for the purpose of expressing our own anger at the fact that we feel we have not received proper redress for a perceived offense.

Not everything is forgivable, or rather the bestowing of forgiveness in extreme cases is a deeply personal choice. Some grudges are fully justified, but most aren't.

As you read this, chances are that you are thinking about some petty stupid grudge of your own. Don't hang onto this, resolve it. The fact about carrying grudges is that they extract a cost to yourself.

I should go now, because I just realized that I need to email a long lost friend. Blogger, heal thyself.

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