I recently wrote that I thought I'd figured out who was being so hateful to me last Fall. I wrote that I'd decided to forgive that person.
Now I've got this theory rattling around in my head that, if true, means that I not only should forgive her, I actually owe her a big debt of gratitude.
Not gratitude for being such a bitch in the Fall, as that was really uncalled-for, but for finally helping to put a stop to the bullshit that's been going on ever since.
For finally explaining that which was apparently invisible, or at least irrelevant.
Empathy is a hard thing to teach. I hope the lesson sticks.
Or, I could be just as wrong about this as I've been about everything else.
Like I said the other day, I'm in my own little world here.
And in my little world, I may have found myself an ally, or at least a sympathizer.