What Sticks

As I child, I was told I held grudges.  That my excellent memory and ability to recall details from the past could be a gift but was also a curse.  I did not let go.   I held onto things and unjustly used them against people in the future. It was a convenient way for anyone to discount my ability to recognize and confront patterns of harmful behavior and call it a character flaw.  

Nowadays, I almost never confront anyone about things they say to me that bother me and get under my skin.  No one person is engaging in a pattern of harmful behavior, the pattern is societal, so it seems silly to call a single person out.  But this shit sticks.  I do have a problem letting go. So I’m going to put it in this blog. I can’t say whether it will make me move past it, or whether it will memorialize it so I can ensure I keep remembering it.