once again, terror - not terrorism.
now it has happened on a number of occasions since the initial incident but for some strange reason I feel it has come to a head
the person from school who boldly introduced himself in the street all those months ago and who I can't remember at all. I have seen peripherally from the other side of the street but today he walked past me, barely feet away.
It was pathetic. We both feigned being preoccupied with the affairs of the day but let's call it for what it is - we were attempting our level best to ignore each other.
for the unfamiliar, maybe go back to the initial blog entry.
https://somanythoughtsofnow.blogspot.com/2020/09/terror-part-two.html
maybe my inner dialogue hasn't been completely decimated after all. Because a certain inner part of me wants to say, short of screaming that maybe there was a moment in time where you did something so despicable that now I could actually despise you. Alternately, maybe there was a moment in time where I did something so despicable that now you could actually despise me. That would be a positive because I now would have a sound reason to ignore you and alternately, you ignore me. But I can't because I can't remember you for the life of me. Sorry.
true terror.
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