When it comes to old contacts I don’t have many. I have never been one to hold on to something that is meant to slip through your fingers.
Every now and again it is like the universe spins a wheel and your past sneaks into your present. It could be a call out of the blue, a email, or bump on the street. Something that was so distant, almost forgotten is smack dead in your face again.
At the sound of a voice, flash of face, or reading of a name, a million memories come flooding back again.
It’s bizarre how wounds can hide. You cleaned it, put on a band-aide and everything seemed fine. You saw the wound heal and the pain went away. It should be gone! It should not be allowed to come back again! no matter how long ago you may have been family, friends, lovers or colleagues. Once it’s gone, it should have to stay gone and not be allowed to come around to randomly fuck up peoples day.
I could give a shit how well you knew me then, or how unforgettable you think I am. Do you think it matters how good I was for you, when it was pure shit to me?
These big wounds that stay open due to the vampires of the past. What does one have to do? Put a stake through its heart, garlic up it’s butt, and a cross on his forehead to just to get it to go away and stay away! Apparently so!
When a old contact has left a wound that is big and also deep be ready to preform a exorcism, because a polite conversation won’t get it done, either will ignoring it.
Big wounds want all your attention, consume all your time trying to heal them. You know what…fuck it! through some holy water on it and keep moving!
The past is gone. There is no need to contact. I no longer remember anything about you.