After The Fact...

After the one who I KNEW was the one tossed me aside like a snotty napkin, there has been three contacts made. 

One was on me...

"Thank You..." that was all. 

Thank you for setting the stage to let me know who my REAL peoples are. 

Two was just pointless... 3.5 months later. 

She sends me a text message asking me to get a hard drive I'd left behind. 

Meanwhile, I'm in the second of the three homeless shelters I would occupy over a three month period. She knows me well enough to know that if I hadn't contacted her about that shit then I'd written it off. 

I did take it as an opportunity to let her know that there was nothing that would make me put my hands on her violently. Well, no one told her to allow her fear to dictate what to do with me. 

I think she may have even realized that for, in her response, she called me an "asshole". 

Three...  I felt a little bad about that last encounter. And since I was in a state of emotional repair I gave her the closest thing she will ever get to forgiveness from me...

...an address to send my shit if she held on to it. 

In all reality, I never expected to see any of it again anyway. 

By now, with the exception of the stray memory, I didn't think much about her.   

Then, suddenly, a blog from one of her friends shows up in my inbox. It had been WELL over a year since he'd used that blog. 

Initially, I was going to just ignore it. But, out of curiosity, I read it...  and then I read it again. 

This blog entry was either a message about me......  Or two me. 

I took it both ways.......

...and ignored that one AND the one that followed. 

What the fuck did they expect?

Now, less than a month ago...  I get a strange Facebook friend request. I don't know who it is; but, before I delete a motherfucker, I try to make sure I don't know them. 

After a while, I take a little time to dig into this friend request, only to find.....

...that it was her oldest sister. 

W. T. F. 

I hovered over the "BLOCK" button...  But, then I thought about it for a minute.

What does ANYONE from that village have to say to me?  I certainly don't have anything to say to them. 

So I accept the friend request, open up my profile a bit... and wait. 

and I wait...

and I wait some more. 

After a couple of weeks of reading my posts, I guess they realized they really didn't have anything to say to me. 

Maybe they just wanted to see how I'm doing. What I'm doing. If I am really where I said I am. Perhaps even get a glimpse at what I am doing. 

I gave them all of that along with what I am thinking. 

The next motherfucker to contact me will get an immediate response. 

Nullius in verba