Good Morning Voluble Impuissance,
Evidently when I sat in on a women’s pagan support group and inadvertently disrupted it, one of the attendees remembered my name and looked me up on Facebook. She was moved by my honesty and says the incident has turned her life around. Look, I’m as shocked as you are, but here’s an excerpt from her email to me:
I thought about the courage you displayed in being completely open and honest and felt I needed to again possess those attributes. At the end of the session, I just asked her if I could speak to her. Very simply I told her how sorry I was that I had hurt her; that it was nothing she had done but something that was wrong with me; that if I could do it over, I would do it differently; and with all the sincerity I could muster, I apologized. She was so gracious and forgiving, and I knew immediately I had finally done the right thing. Within an hour all my aches and pains melted away and felt like a great weight had been lifted from me; Jillian had learned much. I just thought you should know…”
The personal assault was unprovoked and clumsily delivered. There was no discussion of going out nor was it contemplated, so I suspect it has much to do with one’s ability to hold one’s liquor as anything. This old associate once again fell back on the old ‘truth in jest’ syndrome that they were ‘just kidding.’ “Methinks thou dost protest too much” as this sad sack is constantly stirring things up more than anyone I know. It’s clear they mask their own frustration; never tasting the fruits of success (not necessarily monetary) watching life shrivel beneath every step is like poison in that it has an accumulative effect. Ultimately one finally makes peace with mediocrity.