Yesterday morning I got paranoid, for whatever reason, that I would be trolled for the stuff I write about on this site. This happened Sunday morning, so I looked at both inboxes, and nada. I am forever fated to be totally obscure and unknown to the world at large. I probably would prefer it that way.
I'm letting go of someone that I regularly write about in this space. "Letting go" consists of trying to refrain from writing about this person in this space. I bear this person no ill feelings, or ill will, or none of that-quite the opposite. I just figure that I've accomplished all that I can accomplish by writing about this person on this blog. I said months ago that I eventually feel compelled to let go of these deals at some point and try to move on to whatever is next. Next will consist of trying to just make hay where I can.
This time last year I let go of someone who had a real credibility problem that she never bounced back from. Whatever one may say about this person whom I refer to now, she doesn't seem to have that same problem, it's just that I don't really know her.
Usually when I let go of someone, that's the last I hear from them. I remember hearing a snippet of some awful contemporary Nashville song about how the sensitive country guy has to let go of the girl and when the sensitive country guy lets go of the girl, she'll for sure come back and hug him up, and kiss him up, and love him up, but good, good, good. I don't know if that is what the sensitive-country-guy-song really said, but at any rate, I always let go when the current deal is not going to work for me. Most of the time, the reason the current deal doesn't work for me in those situations is because no deal would ever work with that person under any circumstances.
I'm not saying that's the case with this person. I hope that is definitely not the case, actually. One time I let go of someone only to hear from her a year and a half later and have her kick me down her body for one night. So it's not as if I always, always never hear from these women I feel so compelled to let go of. I just hope that I mean more to this person that to not hear from her for a year and a half, or longer, or never. But, who knows?
I'm letting go of someone that I regularly write about in this space. "Letting go" consists of trying to refrain from writing about this person in this space. I bear this person no ill feelings, or ill will, or none of that-quite the opposite. I just figure that I've accomplished all that I can accomplish by writing about this person on this blog. I said months ago that I eventually feel compelled to let go of these deals at some point and try to move on to whatever is next. Next will consist of trying to just make hay where I can.
This time last year I let go of someone who had a real credibility problem that she never bounced back from. Whatever one may say about this person whom I refer to now, she doesn't seem to have that same problem, it's just that I don't really know her.
Usually when I let go of someone, that's the last I hear from them. I remember hearing a snippet of some awful contemporary Nashville song about how the sensitive country guy has to let go of the girl and when the sensitive country guy lets go of the girl, she'll for sure come back and hug him up, and kiss him up, and love him up, but good, good, good. I don't know if that is what the sensitive-country-guy-song really said, but at any rate, I always let go when the current deal is not going to work for me. Most of the time, the reason the current deal doesn't work for me in those situations is because no deal would ever work with that person under any circumstances.
I'm not saying that's the case with this person. I hope that is definitely not the case, actually. One time I let go of someone only to hear from her a year and a half later and have her kick me down her body for one night. So it's not as if I always, always never hear from these women I feel so compelled to let go of. I just hope that I mean more to this person that to not hear from her for a year and a half, or longer, or never. But, who knows?
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