It’s easy to forget you’re the only person that exists.
It is really easy to get absorbed in your own problems, and forget that your friends have problems of their own. So I’ve been trying to put my problems on the backburner. Forget about them, and try to just support my friends, no matter how many knives in my back have their name etched in them.
I went through some serious shit this week, and I’m taking the Jeff route. Keeping myself busy at every second of the day so I don’t have any time to dwell. But it always manages to creep in. I’ll be in the middle of running a mile, taking a bite of indian curry, or stepping into the shower, and I’ll remember.
Maybe I’m being too forgiving of a person. Is there a point in which you can be too forgiving? When being forgiving ends up just devaluing yourself? I’ve really thought about it lately. I’ve really thought about how much I want to just forget everything, to just pretend everything is okay. But can I ever really do that? It will always be creeping in the back of my mind, and it’ll come out at random times. When I’m cooking macaroni and cheese. Maybe it’ll be when I put frozen yogurt in the fridge. Or when I meet someone named Billy.
To err is human, to forgive divine.
Maybe it’s one of those things you can never forget.
And whenever it comes up, I just have to shake it out of my memory, before I start crying into my butter chicken.
It was already too salty anyways.
