Do you ever think to yourself that we women (if you’re not a woman, that’s ok…) are the best and worst creations.  We are the strangest beings; harbored and maintained by our hormones and sometimes our twisted minds.

I was in the grocery store today and I saw this woman who was a past acquaintance of my parents.  Well growing up, I wasn’t the biggest fan of this particular woman.  A part of me never felt settled being around her.  I felt she was phony to say the least.  I know that you my reader has had this feeling at one time or another.  So when my parents broke ties with this woman, I didn’t encounter any grave loss or sadness.  I just figured that maybe she will see that she can’t keep friends because she was fake and very comparable.

So in keeping with my parents, being uncomfortable and sustaining the, at odd feelings for this woman, I knew that if I had ever seen her I would dodge her.  You know the see each other, but stay at a distance, because you REALLY don’t want to talk to them.

Well, I saw this woman today, and guess what, I am not a child anymore, and it didn’t brother me.  Yes, on first glance, I would have hidden, but she saw me and there was nowhere to hide.  She approached me and to my surprise she wasn’t as shallow and self-absorbed as I remember. 

It was  a pleasant experience and it was nice catching up, but I know that if I went back and had the opportunity again I would still justify my actions by remembering the feelings I had for this woman in my youth.

It’s humorous how our opinion is one with our parents though.  How in such a short period of time our views on people, places and things can in an instant become so tainted.

Do you have someone from your past that you wouldn’t want to see?  Is there someone who you may have had a confrontation with and now the thought of seeing them makes your skin crawl?  Well I have a few of them……..