While out with a friend one night we had a few too many. What started out as a few minor complaints from them about me turned into an obnoxious tirade of abuse and character assassination. At first I was patient, trying to work out if there was any merit in their comments, but as the evening wore on, I began to make a distinction between what is friendly, constructive criticism and a drunken verbal assault. The whole conversation was hurtful and the comments kept me awake that night. As I replayed the scene in my head, I grew more and more angry.
The next day, I saw them again and my first instinct to smack them in the head was repressed. After all, they were drunk. However, there are some things that are hard to excuse and being hurtful to your supposed friends, whatever the blood alcohol level is one of them. I just hope that I can eventually let this one slide and move on.
So, here goes…
Today’s Prompt: Forgiveness