Enough of That…

HAH!

Those people are boring.

I thought maybe I’d play “Grievance Olympics” on my own (and maybe I’d win this time), but I just can’t get motivated to wallow in all that. It’s a pointless exercise, isn’t it?

It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with a token in the game while they play it. I’ve stuffed a lot of time and distance between myself and their little game, so it doesn’t affect me much; almost never, or as close to never as I can make it.

I get hints though, and echoes. Whenever I have to deal with them, they take the time to ask me ¿How do I respond to that [latest accusation]? I have to remind them that I wasn’t in that group rant where [whatever] accusation was made, so ¿What was that again? And they explain, because that’s the point of the game: to endlessly rehearse their grievances, to portray themselves as terminally broken. And it turns out that it was something that happened 40 or 50 years ago, or more (I’ve been away a long time), and I wonder ¿how one can go along so far, so long, and not have gotten over that stuff? Too bad there wasn’t a functional adult around at the time, to break their fixation on their “injury”.

It’s sad. Life could be so different, so much more interesting and fun. Well, it has been for me, anyway. That will probably be the basis for yet another grievance they have against me: How dare I not be stuck in that rut with them?