Letting Go

I was attacked again today.

I've been attacked a lot recently by people that I thought meant something to me at some point. It's one of the challenges I face with starting over. The past is clawing at me to get what it wants before it lets me go. Today the attack was different though... the person sought to reach me through a sibling and "Finally..." I thought.

Not "Finally this person has succeeded in contacting me"
Not "Finally I have something to respond to"
Not "Finally I see what this persons true colors are"


"Finally... I'm not angry."

I had a five year old call me a crybaby today. sorry pal, no matter what you throw at me can't top that!

There's just no competing with this... "bro"

But I'm not the crybaby, far from it. I'm living on the other side of the country and I'm enjoying my life. Today, it didn't matter that I was attacked, your video game controllers are not my problem. I'm not mad that you won't stop bugging me for them... I'm sad. Sad that your problems in life amount to getting controllers for a console you don't own. Sad that you bring other people into your petty problems. Sad that your concerns are placed with inanimate objects and not other human beings.

If all it will cost me to have you out of my life is 2 XBOX  controllers

and a couple of cheap pre-owned video-games... then I'm fucking coming out ahead.

You're the one that's placed the value of your friendship at ~120CAD

the people still in my life don't have a pricetag

You'll get your stuff back... when I'm back in Alberta... but until then. I can't be bothered with your tiny problem.