We are told in the Bible to forgive.
Forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
Today I received an email, the first two sentences of which:
- Asked how I was
- Noted that I had de-friended the author of the mail from Facebook (the modern-day equivalent of excommunication, I guess, with bell, book and Kindle)
- Asked how my significant other was
- Asked how my job was going
The rest of the mail was a copy and paste of a survey request to provide feedback on the writer’s interpersonal skills. Well, the answer is, as I learnt on my interrogator course many moons ago, ICATQ. I cannot answer that question.
The trouble is, that person sent me a very nasty email in the summer, which left me feeling nauseous and on the verge of tears. Please do not accuse me of being disingenuous. Punkt.
I forgive that person, and I genuinely wish them well, but I also want to forget that person. Surround yourself with radiators, not drains, a lesson it has taken me decades to learn. Experience is the best teacher: one’s own is the harshest of all.