Wednesday, September 9, 2009
There is no doubt in my mind moving here was the right thing for The Husband. It was good for The Boy and The Girl as well. I'm not entirely sure it was the best thing for me.
Sure, I have some incredible friends here and I was thrilled to reunite with them, but there have been some things that have changed. Things I'm not happy about. I guess, like The Boy, this place was frozen in time for me. And, you know, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think I remembered things differently. No. Not things. People. I remembered people differently. I remembered them nicer.
I have a huge problem with people who have superiority complexes...and I'm surrounded by them. OK. That isn't true and, to be honest, most of the people I know are great. Most of them are friendly and nice. Some of them are not but it only takes one to spoil something.
I have to believe those who believe themselves to be better are, in reality, jealous, but despite my telling myself that, the pain is still real. People can be so very hurtful and the fact that they do it on purpose really sucks.
I wish people would simply use the brains God gave them and the sensibility to be compassionate. They will never know when they will need help and the only people around are the ones they shunned. But, being the people we are, we will offer to help. Because that's what good people do.