Guilt by Association Bizarre Altercation…
I was just reading we are in Mercury Retrograde. Been feeling pretty crappy anyhow given my own personal circumstances so I didn’t have the energy to feel even worse with retrograde quite yet, but I do pause for moments for others because I know when the energy is tough out there and thicker, people can feel worse. My intent is to not add to that “worser” feeling. I don’t get out of the house very much to go out, that is for sure, those days are pretty much not only behind me but very rare. Not that I don’t miss going out from time to time and socializing with random strangers because of course I do. Just with my pending doom, I haven’t wanted to go out and infect anyone with my sadness or anything negative for that matter. I had a few minutes to spare prior to picking my daughter up from a play date and I found myself in an altercation with a girl I went to high school with, let’s just call her Big Bird for the sake of argument. She was a ball of evil from the moment I walked into that place. I hadn’t known of her since high school other than more recently a friend whom I am no longer hanging around had stated that Big Bird was dating her older son’s father. And, that was pretty much it. At the bar I went to have a drink a young kid maybe 9 years old at most was walking around so I decided to say hi, very cute girl, apparently Big Bird’s daughter because not soon enough was Big Bird yanking her by the arm to get away from me. I was kind of shocked really. I didn’t react at all because maybe I was frozen in time as to what is going on that would have happened. However, I kept drinking my drink and sitting there. Big Bird then went around the corner to talk to other employees, also whom I don’t know about me, and pointed to the point where I asked Big Bird if she had something she had to say she could say it. She went on to say something about my ex-friend and me talking about her all the time, etc. Now, I knew Big Bird wasn’t correct and her projections were almost as large as her presence at that moment because I don’t even talk to the woman she is referring too and nothing was said because we don’t remember or even know Big Bird outside of our century old light years ago time in high school. To be compared to high school would be pretty rough even for me, where I said nothing and never stuck up for myself. Big Bird then proceeded to call me a garbage can. I thought that was an interesting compliment to say the least. She kept telling me to leave as if she owned the place. When I realized once again I wasn’t in Sesame Street, I knew it was time to depart the evil energy, but what I did know was it wasn’t mine. Something was guilty by association to this woman whom I was friends with. Maybe this woman upset Big Bird and wished her unwell. The thing about these encounters is really, it wasn’t my business. Even being a garbage can is none of my business. Really it’s just a reflection of them and it’s sad. Nevertheless, I won’t go to Big Bird’s new found Sesame Street again and I’ll continue to wish her well in the universe. Isn’t it all we can do. After all, what we put out is what we get.
