You know those times when you think you’ve got someone sussed? You’re good friends, you have shared interests, dislikes, laughs. And then, it changes quickly. And you’re left bewildered.
This happened to me quite recently. I was blindsided by it, shocked by the shifting of blame, hurt by the dissolution of a friendship. At my age, I am disappointed in myself for being surprised. You would think that I have seen enough of human nature and its fickleness to take it all in my stride.
The choice now is up to me. I can dwell on this and let it eat me alive. I can ponder what I could have done better, or differently, or ways that I can make inroads now, to mend the fissure. Or, I can accept that I had no part in the lead-up to the fracture of this friendship, and therefore I can play no effective role in its healing. I can grant myself the grace to understand that some people will never see things in the same light. Our differences in viewpoints, opinions is what makes us fundamentally human. If we were all the same, the world would be boring. Less hurtful, perhaps, but definitely boring.