I am not a grudge holder. This is not because I am so perfectly evolved that I am just above holding grudges. This is almost entirely because I abhor conflict and tension and so it is easier for me to forgive and move on then to hold a grudge for any length of time.
That being said, there is someone who I’ve been mad at for about 10 years now and it is well past time that I let it go. So, R.E., I forgive you for not hiring me for the job that I was perfect for, that I worked three years to get, that I would have rocked at, the job that I wanted more desperately than anyone could have imagined. I still don’t know why I didn’t get it. I still don’t understand. I still think you made the wrong choice.
I like my life an awful lot now and getting that job would have, most likely, sent my life on a very different path. Maybe I would still have ended up here, now, with this life but it is harder to see how that would have happened.
So, I forgive you for chosing the other person, the person who didn’t want it, the person who lasted in that job less than two years. I’ll always believe that I should have gotten that job but I promise to stop thinking of you bitch who didn’t give it to me.