Why Wasn’t That Hard?
A few years ago now, I stopped talking to some friends. Actually, I went through a period where I cut a lot of people out of my life. Friends, friends of friends. I stopped replying to emails. I didn’t respond to text messages. I deleted people from Facebook.
And it was easy.
I never really gave it much thought, because it worked well for me. But one day it occurred to me: why wasn’t that hard?
Am I a completely anti social person who doesn’t need other humans around?
Eh, well, possibly – never say never, right? But no, I don’t think that’s it.
Do I just not care about people?
Well, in the “I don’t necessarily want you to die” sense, I care about all people.
So, why wasn’t that hard?
Because it was long overdue.
I felt drained around the people. I didn’t have anything in common with them anymore. I wondered if I had ever really had anything in common with them.
It felt like it should have been hard. But it wasn’t. Because we hold onto things sometimes that no longer serve us. It was sad, but not inappropriate or hard. Sad and hard are things I think we all tend to lump together in one – where actually they are very distinct.
What have you done that wasn’t as hard as you thought it might be?