change

In life you grow and you change.
However I find there will always be people who will say “But I know you. This is who you are” forgetting that people grow, forgetting that that’s not (actually) who I am. That is (actually) who I was.

(actually)

People go through phases in life, lessons – disruptions – addictions (be it people or things or stuffs) and people change.

But people, being people, won’t let you forget that will they? They want to remind you of it, over and over again. They want to remind you that you slipped once or twice. Even when you’ve cut those people out of your life they will find a way to worm their way in somewhere just to have their last word.

(tut tut)

I am not the same person I was in January 2007
I was not the same person in January of 2008
The person I was in January 2009 – is someone I’m actually quite glad to have left behind. And with it, people I associated with then.

What am I trying to say?

I’m saying fuck you to every person who has judged me in ill light for the choices I made in the past. The things I did. The places I went to. The things I said. Unless there is proof that I am indeed that same person. That same fool! Because FOOL is what a person who continues making the wrong choices is. If you can prove that the knocks on my head, the bruises on my knees did nothing more than leave a scar. Then go for it. call a spade a fucking spade.

Or did I learn to duck my head when walking through a low door way?
Did I read the “slippery when wet” sign – Did I learn a lesson from the one taught?

Guess what? Here is a new flash.

Each path, each road I could have possibly have chosen to walk down would have led me right here to where I am now. I did not take the road you chose. Nor did I chose yours. Or you over there in the pink blouse.

It’s called life. You walk the path you chose. No one else's.

Deal with it.

I am. And I’m loving it!

Oh, ps – I always have the last word.