closure
At the beginning of the year, I was close to someone who had no faith in the world and thought everyone was shit. Their views got to me and I became very depressed, and when I told them what was bothering me I was told to suck it up, because that's the way things are. My optimistic views were destroyed and I became a pessimist.
Last night, that same person told me after months of not talking to me that the one thing they learned from me was that there are good in people, and that there is more good in me than there ever will be in him, and that he respects me for that.
He also said he feels bad for how it ended and that he's been feeling guilty lately about it. But I honestly care so little, I couldn't even honestly say I cared enough to say "apology accepted". Probably pissed him off, but I don't care. I feel less angry now. I feel better.
I think I got more closure.
. . . I wrote this on the basis of the second paragraph. Someone I hated told me this. What does that say about me? I want to be a good person, and apparently I am, to the point where people I haven't talked to in months feel the need to comment on it. It makes me want to cry, because it doesn't feel like something that deserves to be commented on in such a way. Why can't everyone care like this?
I held my tongue and didn't say that the one thing I learned from him was that there are many different people in the world, and that some of them are shit.
Last night, that same person told me after months of not talking to me that the one thing they learned from me was that there are good in people, and that there is more good in me than there ever will be in him, and that he respects me for that.
He also said he feels bad for how it ended and that he's been feeling guilty lately about it. But I honestly care so little, I couldn't even honestly say I cared enough to say "apology accepted". Probably pissed him off, but I don't care. I feel less angry now. I feel better.
I think I got more closure.
. . . I wrote this on the basis of the second paragraph. Someone I hated told me this. What does that say about me? I want to be a good person, and apparently I am, to the point where people I haven't talked to in months feel the need to comment on it. It makes me want to cry, because it doesn't feel like something that deserves to be commented on in such a way. Why can't everyone care like this?
I held my tongue and didn't say that the one thing I learned from him was that there are many different people in the world, and that some of them are shit.