Challenge of the Week: Forgive Them?

In the art of being a well-rounded person, there is always that lingering consciousness that hangs its hat to dry on the coatrack and sticks around a little too much in your head; and the things he makes you say are sometimes not worth it in the end. When asking to forgive someone, there is a mulitude of algorithum that goes into any sort of unjustice, uneven situation. Whether it be my friend stole a book from my shelf, or whether it be someone stole my car, the whole act of forgiving is definitely created to make us feel better as people. Now, of course I have someone in mind, regardless of the candid jargin I infatuated myself with, and I don't have a problem acknowledging that I have a problem. Being honest, I have a disappointing amount of problems, as I am sure others can formally relate to in all ways and all aspects. What reason have I to forgive this person? Is it because it happened almost two years ago? Is it because there have been others that put them in a situation where I don't think about it as much, or is it because I'm simply just tired of drilling a hole in the ground just for me to uncomfortably sit in where the worms squirm near my ears and the pounding in my head is cataclysmically driving me insane. In case one hasn't figured it out yet, the person--at hand--that I am describing the problem about is a woman. Lo and behold the greater witness, who could have suspected it? Anyway, I think in two years, I have done a great deal of maturing as well as experiencing new ideas and finding new ways to pursue inspirational tasks rather than let rumination come to fruition. I graduated high school, I had an entire summer to dictate who I keep close and who I discreetly keep my distance from, and I have now completed an entire year of college which in turn gave me absolutely no reason but to let old memories die and then reincarnate into new, nostalgic wavelengths. I have a problem, I admit that, but there shouldn't be a problem with me having one, should there? In the end it would just piss her off more, given that the last time I tried to talk to her, she didn't say anything. Today is her birthday, and this the first time in eight years that I haven't wished her a happy birthday, and the reason for that is because that this is the first time in eight years that she didn't wish me one either. Yeah, you go! Give her a taste of her own medicine! That will learn her! Oh the barraic voices that cradle my brain so tightly always know how to kiss me right. I'm glad she's gone because all she did was cause trouble, but at the same time, I liked the drama in my life. I mean, who doesn't like having a small fight with a friend for the first time, and who doesn't love worrying about their sanity on a daily basis? All this because some guy (me) couldn't take a damn hint---or rather wouldn't. Nothing personal to her, but I did love her, and she didn't reciprocate when I told her so, only before when I was busy wandering off in the beginning of high school. This challenge definitely lets me ball some of this up and store it away where no one should ever see it. So yes, I forgive you, but I will not forget you. Peace be with you all, Prose Community.