The past. My past.
There are people in my past that I would love to forget but for some reason they just keep reappearing. I have always wondered if the saying is actually really true? The saying goes something like, "every person you meet, you take a little of them with you," I may not have that dead on, but it surely sounds something like that. I wonder if we really take something with us when we meet someone because I have met a lot of people and I can't say I have taken anything from them, whether it's tangible or not.
All these people that I wish would leave the presence that I'm in is always reappearing. It annoys me very much so, but it may be just a problem that I have with myself or with them and they don't even know it. Why should it bother me so much? I guess it's probably because I'm still affected by the past, the things that happened. Maybe I'm embarrassed, probably. Whatever the reason may be, it's pretty hard to get over it.
I think that if I ever see those people again, I should try to get on good terms with them so that I don't feel this way. So that if they do reappear in my life again I'm not annoyed and angered and making a fool out of myself. You would think that after going to NZ and coming back I would learn how to appreciate people more and grow from the past. I have in some ways and in others I have yet to.
I say this, but we will see when the day comes. Whatever it is that I decide to do, I hope I do the right thing.