The Past

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.