There are some things in life that sneak up on you. You think you’ve got them all settled and sorted and then, “wham!”, out of the blue, a situation happens and all of a sudden, you have a face full of just how NOT resolved is some bit of knotty history. Or a big bit, I suppose.
I had such a moment tonight. And I had to struggle up from under a wave of reaction and emotion to figure out how I was going to manage it.
I suppose I might take some, small happiness in that I could cogitate well enough to do so. (And I do. As little as five years ago, this would have been impossible.) But I’m miffed with myself for not seeing it coming, or at least seeing it fast enough to avoid the reaction.
Reckon that’s ego talking, though. It doesn’t sting as much as it might, so progress there as well.
So, instead of stripping flesh from someone for stepping on a sore spot they didn’t know was there, I sat me down and wrote out every bit of it and why it’s there and how, precisely, to avoid stepping on it in future. Sent it off with the preface that I’m pretty sure they didn’t mean to do so, and because I rather like having them around, I’m doing what I can to help them understand what it is, where it lives, and why it’s still here.
As the title of this piece indicates, it feels a bit like trying to unravel a Gordian knot with tweezers. Then again, I suppose being able to see it and recognize it at all is evidence that it is anything but Gordian and maybe, just maybe, I’ve got better than tweezers to go at it.
Cryptic little shit sometimes, aren’t I?
In other news, there’s really not much in the way of other news for now.
Hope your night was enjoyable.