Forgetting

I just spent the last 30 minutes fighting the urge to doze off,writing an emotional,harrowing post about something that a close friend had done.It was four paragraphs long and had enough vulgarity in it to make a Detroit rapper proud.As i wrote the final line (''I hope you fucking get breast cancer & die bleeding in the OR...'') i realised it was unecessary for me to have become so frustrated or acted so nastily due to such a petty incident ,therefore i highlighted the entire piece and erased it without second thought,and i have no regrets-but i won't ignore it completely,by posting the following note that may be vague and annoyingly indirect,but at least i'm not hurting anyone or doing anything destructive in the process-dear friend,you may still be unaware that you've affected me in someway today,but i now consider it insignificant,unimportant and am willing to overlook it and treat it as a stupid misunderstanding.I haven't known you long enough but i do hope that in the future lies do not become apart of this relationship,and that we will eventually learn to be honest,confronting and open enough to keep this going-as Oscar Wilde once said,''True friends stab you in the front'',because a direct hit to the face may cause much more hurt,but at least it's the painful truth and our lives aren't simply built on fatuous lies that may seem to protect,but are really deeply malignant and damaging in the long run.

Not to sound preachy,but telling the truth isn't such a horrible thing.*

(Traces of reverse psychology may be found here,although i'm writing this in white with hope it goes unnoticed.)