Admittedly, the toughest problem I have is letting go of issues that appear to be hopelessly unresolvable. No final processing and wrap up between Eric and me will ever take place, and I still feel the need to tell him just how poorly he treated me, when I deserved better. No way to change the opinions about me formed by others, who have not invested the time to really get to know me... and find out if what they've been told is true.
Tilting at windmills, it is. Move over Don Quixote!
But I've always been a fighter and a firm believer of moral rights and justice. Tough not to be able to get that for yourself and watch people you know are so much smarter than that believe what they've been told by other people.
Whatever happened to listening to both sides of the story? What has happened to letting your own experiences with that person guide you, forming your own opinion, instead of letting the propaganda of others suffice? Whatever happened to honesty?
A mistral wind is a strong, dry, clearing wind generally out of the north, that sweeps across the Vaucluse region of southern France. My friend Karen, also known as GameMaster Aelsidhe and the player behind Kali Sablefen, from the text MUD GemStone IV, told me that if I ever set up a Web site, I should use that as a name. Like a clearing wind, a blog allows me to sweep the demons, gremlins, and cobwebs out of my mind.
Open Gate
What awaits within?
About Me
- Marsha
- Funny, sincere, well-meaning, trusting, loving, quirky. Fiery virgo.
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