Grow up, move on!
I received a very interesting piece of mail that was delivered to my parents's house. In an envelope with a typed address and no return, I discovered that some anonymous little person took it upon themselves to deliver a bit of MIHS nostalgia--that really didn't belong to me.
I have no idea who thought it bright to send me these:
In the envelope were four hand written notes that served no other purpose than to say horrible things about me. I only had to read the first one to know what they all were. They were written by the same person during high school--probably junior year--and were clearly never intended to be read by me.
So who would send me these?
Surely not the author--who doesn't need to be identified. It's a great mystery. Who could the individual be, who is so trapped by the past, by high school, by drama, by pettiness that they can't let the way things were remain in the past tense?
Sure, one person comes to mind. But how would he have gotten his hands on these notes? Perhaps he pinched them from the journalism room . . . I guess I'll never know, I just threw them away. If I've learned anything it's that you can't erase the past, you can only change for the future.
I have no idea who thought it bright to send me these:
In the envelope were four hand written notes that served no other purpose than to say horrible things about me. I only had to read the first one to know what they all were. They were written by the same person during high school--probably junior year--and were clearly never intended to be read by me.
So who would send me these?
Surely not the author--who doesn't need to be identified. It's a great mystery. Who could the individual be, who is so trapped by the past, by high school, by drama, by pettiness that they can't let the way things were remain in the past tense?
Sure, one person comes to mind. But how would he have gotten his hands on these notes? Perhaps he pinched them from the journalism room . . . I guess I'll never know, I just threw them away. If I've learned anything it's that you can't erase the past, you can only change for the future.