Skeptical Friday

 I'd like to say Woo Hoo it's Friday but I don't know what my emails will say about that.  The week is just about over though and that's a good thing.  How today goes?  I will proceed with caution.  And hope no lurkers are involved in my day.

I had someone from high school reach out to me in a message and I felt kind of skeptical of her message.  I'm sure she's an ok person, but when it came to my school, I went to a different school than she did.  I had tried to get together with people I went to school who I thought had probably changed from the kids that I had remembered only to find out that no, they hadn't changed.  Some have but it's a few.  I felt kind of wary, considering who she associates with and I dislike that I have skepticism like that.  I don't know what I'll do.  I find out when I open my heart to the wrong friend, I have been made fun of or found out that I had gotten trashed behind my back.  Does my skepticism make more sense?  I'm not sure if it does to me.  

I had been exchanging messages with Corinne.  I fully trust Corinne and feel comfortable in confiding in her.  I think Corinne had better classmates than I did but she definitely did not have decent coworkers so that's where her and I connect.  Considering how devoted she is to her sister and how she was to her father who did not deserve the grace she showed him, I know I can trust her.  She's just a good human.

I feel better after my appointment. I guess I thought I'd always have to go back once a year for the rest of my life and after next year, I'm free.  No offense to the kind people that work there or any of the medical people who treated me, it might be a nice feeling next year.  Yeah, I'm even skeptical of that, but I'll take that knowledge and run with it.

I hope the good humans have a good day. I hope I have no reason to be skeptical about the day

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