. . .
I'd venture to think a lot of people just don't like to
"till the same soil" over and over again.
I had a friend reconnect with me after a twenty-year
passage of time and we'd talk on the phone often.
What I didn't care for is that she kept bringing up
this one and that one from the past, this incident
and that incident . . . things I'd carefully forgotten
and didn't want to keep revisiting all the time.
It was a past life of sorts and I didn't want to have
it soiling my idyllic present life with mistakes of my
youth.
After a bit I quit taking her calls. I didn't need it.
That's largely why I stay anonymous. I don't want
ghosts from the past visiting me. I have a good life
now. The past is in the past. Stay there.
Footnote: She also became enamored with another
cult and was marching in the streets. It was Linda
Sarsour's anti-America "The Women's March." Her
becoming so unpatriotic about a country that had
given me so much was going a bit too far for me.
I do not suffer fools well, it seems.