Yeah, yeah, I know. Let's stop pretending you're not use to this shit by now, k? Thanks. LOL
It's been an interesting few weeks since my last post about.... whatever the hell it was. I don't mean interesting in the sense that I have been out skydiving and base jumping and shit but interesting in the way that makes me appreciate having a handle on not having a handle. You dig? Of course not. Well let me try to explain.
I talk you through lessons I've learned all the time, but occasionally I come to realize that some lessons, although recognized, have not quite been learned. At least not in their entirety or to the point of feeling no need to test the theory at some later date. Well a while back I mentioned having come to the notion that relationships sometimes change for [seemingly] no reason at all and that sometimes you have to accept that and let a muthafucka float the fuck on. What I didn't quite grasp is that there really are no exceptions to that rule. Doesn't matter what the nature of the relationship was, doesn't matter how long someone was a part of your life, or even if the person is family, but in true Dig form, I ignored my better judgment and decided to.... just make sure LOL.
Now in my own defense, this was all precipitated by someone reaching out to me to clear up what he presented as a simple misunderstanding. I didnt even really know this dude like that, we just "talked" briefly, but I was receptive and we embarked on the, once again, brief journey into "seewhathappens"-ville. I came to the decision in the end that I really had no interest in him being a part of my life in any capacity, but the mere fact that the door had swung back open gave me the brilliant idea that maybe others could too. I tried my old key in two locks of note and those doors opened but... I kinda wish they had just changed the locks. You walk in, shit is just all over the place.... Just board this bitch up and slap a condemned notice on the door so I'll know to unscrew the light bulb from my bright ass ideas LOL. SMH.
At the end of the day, I am who I am, so I'll probably always be receptive to someone reaching out to me to make amends, but nowhere is it written that accepting an apology or cordially returning a "hope all is well" cant be the end of it. All ships eventually come to port, ending that particular voyage. FriendSHIPS and relationSHIPS are really no different and when they dock, you get the fuck off the boat. Voyage over. So that's what I've taken away from the last month of my life - the remaining piece of the 2-part lesson on letting go.
Part One: Let 'em go.
Part Two: Yes, THAT muthafucka too.
So to all the S.S. Minnows out there LOL, we can leave it at this. We're good. I'm not mad at you, hopefully you're not mad at me, but I have too many ships still afloat to be worrying about the wreckage.
But......... hope all is well! LOL
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