deliberation
Couple days ago I decided to make a deliberate "memoir" entry. It's about someone who had a drastic impact on my life and the way I see the world: Ms. Meadows. This is something I don't like to talk about anymore because it's incredibly draining.
Here's a small excerpt:
Even though I've "forgiven" her, sometimes the pain comes back, hitting me sharply. I've accepted that I probably won't ever know if she really did hate me, but I would foremost like to know what she was thinking. What were her motives? Was she really just a bitter old woman losing her touch and growing frigid in the shadow of someone else's potential?
Here's a small excerpt:
- She was the person who taught me how to truly hate. And it's because of her that I learned how to forgive. I'd like to think that that was her plan all along: the educator in her would teach a most valuable lesson. But leaving scars that never heal, and occasionally reopen, could never have been in her curriculum.
Even though I've "forgiven" her, sometimes the pain comes back, hitting me sharply. I've accepted that I probably won't ever know if she really did hate me, but I would foremost like to know what she was thinking. What were her motives? Was she really just a bitter old woman losing her touch and growing frigid in the shadow of someone else's potential?