A photograph came to hand and then sight. With it, the question to my memory, Why did I stop our association?
Then I remembered, as I had remembered a few other times.
This time I tossed the photo in the trash. The only time i thought of the person was when I saw their face in the photograph.
That is the best time to free my thoughts to consider and think and remember and smile and laugh with new faces in more recent events and pictures.
I must share, in all honesty, that the people who are no more in my association are fine folks, not offensive to the sight or nostrils, usually, not toxic with negatives and droll and dull personalities.
Perhaps their greatest faults were that they did not like me, or care for me. Nor did they appreciate or value anything I might have done for them.
Their only appreciation of me was as an object of their derision.
Their practice was to make fun of, mock, demean, and insult to my face. In my absence, when they would be with other people, some of whom would share what they heard or recorded, I was the subject of their She-itis.
‘She did this. Ha-Ha. She did that. Hmph Hmph! Disdain and contempt!”
It only makes sense that I contact them no more. I have a Cat for those roles in my life.