NP: Hanson, One More

Those times you feel alone, belittled, put down and unimportant, are the times that need to be minimized.  But what can you do?  I don’t know why I don’t get along with people.  I’m not rude.  I don’t think better of myself than them.  It’s usually that I don’t agree with their actions in life.  There was a girl once who stabbed me in the back and cut a hole under my feet that caused me to fall all the way from cloud nine to the ground.  Grounded isn’t what I would call it.  She tore me apart and I let myself lose hope.  In that very moment I shut everybody that ever tried to converse with me, out.  Trust became and issue and I wanted no part in anything or anyone.  I wanted to hate her badly.  I did lash out once.  But it wasn’t right and I knew that, so I closed myself off in mostly anger, and disbelief and wouldn’t let ’t happen again.  Years later, I still can’t think about it without getting a bit heated, but I know the situation is long and passed and I have no reason to think anything of it again.  But in that instance, I knew that loving her was going to be harder for her than it was for me because she knew she was wrong.  Not that I wished humility upon her, but realization and resentment perhaps.  And maybe she would even admit to being so, but instead it lingered and remained that bug bite that wouldn’t go away, but didn’t always itch ferociously.  Hating that bug bite for being what it is does no good to me or the people around me.  Instead, I have to treat it, leave it alone and with time, it will go away.  The process takes time, but it is possible.  It will happen.  Just let nature take it’s course.