Time stands still for no one. And the Parsons Band said it best with their song "Time". The Guinness Book once asserted that it is theoretically possible to have more generations of great grandchildren than anyone in recorded modern history has ever cranked out. My family tree hasn't approached that level, but there have been some interesting waves. Not atypical.
A couple of weeks back, I wrote about a pretty pretty bridal shower for my cousin's daughter. This sparked thought in my head, and not good thought at that. While many of us have committed dark acts that Senate sub-committees would jump on like crows on raw meat (my cousin included) I believe my dark sordid past is having its turn.
No, I'm not paranoid. I don't believe that people living lives, watching TV, ordering carry-out, planning a wedding, and holding down jobs have nothing better to do than talk about me. But they are hip to elements of what I did, just as I could say this about them.
This is where judgment comes in. Are they judgmental? Do they forgive? Do they forget? Or do they just pretend like they never knew? I guess if I ever see them, I may learn the answer. I will lose no sleep wondering.
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