FORGIVE NEVER FORGET
As I sit here gazing on the verdant canopy of wood spattered with ochre as the cooler nights and low sunlight alter the chlorophyll level of leaves to a copper-gold I contemplate the recent viral harangue of commands demanding that I forgive them for their lies and wrong doings, (towards me), lest I never be able to love; not in their own words but, hypocritically, in the copied and pasted words of progressive activists; though it is an unknowing or at the very least an oblique confirmation that there actually was something that needed forgiven, it is also a slant to convince others that I would be the one in the wrong. How do you forgive someone who denies ever lying or bullying you? How do you forgive stupidity? For me the forgiveness began when I could laugh out loud at the absurdity of the incidents themselves. For me, it will be – forgive but never forget – it is evident that a lying bully is apt to repeat the offense in order to bolster her agenda, even if she is voting against her grandchildren’s best interest; all the while telling you and whomever else is listening that it was a joke and thought you would find it funny. I’m not the one that said that we are not friends. I’m not the one who recently commented with toxic negativity on an otherwise positive post; nor did I impose my views on her political “likes”. My integrity remains intact and without swearing, “Not on your life”, I swear, “Not on my life”.
