Leave the past where it died.

The past couple days I have woken up, checked my MySpace, and there have been some messages waiting for me to read. Normally it's just garbage from a band wanting me to check out their tunes or something... but not this time. They've been from "Driftwood."

Now, normally this wouldn't surprise me, she's kind of crazy, but this time I was having none of it. All she had to say is that I was right all along, and that I would probably want to know that. I took offense, and rebutted with a number of things, which don't really matter. She then replies to my rebuttal with a list of things she felt were relevant to what I had said, not really the case but nonetheless. I furthered my rebuttal against her list of thoughts... So, the point....

I'm tired of my past creeping back up when I can't do anything about it. I've been done with that situation for a long time now, I've moved on to more prevalent things to worry about. My past has been dealt with, for the most part, and it needs to stay that way. People thinking they know what's good for me, what I need to hear, what I need to feel, is bullshit. I don't even know any of those things, so how is it possible that somebody else does? Not very likely. To make matters worse, kind of, it makes me even angrier thinking about what might be happening in my life. It's too complicated to be worrying about such minute pieces of crap, and yet that's what I do. I want my past to stay the past; maintain it's shadowy presence in my life rather than grabbing a hold of me and manipulating my thoughts. The only reason my past should come alive is when I remember things, not on it's own.

I realize a couple things: 1)Nobody's going to read this and 2)It doesn't make a lot of sense. Nonetheless, it's my life, their my thoughts and that's that.

Now, my past... stay dead!!

-Andy J. Graves