This week I had a "slapped-with-a-dead-fish" type reminder of the fact that I really don't like being involved in other people's drama. Didn't leave a permanent scar, but it still stings a bit.
Rather than become a recluse, I must pick myself up, dust off me breeches, and continue my role as a loyal friend.
Forgive even when it isn't asked for.
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yea. Not my thing either.
But nobody's perfect. (It's an old saying but one that has allowed me to keep life long friends.)
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