| I don't hold grudges.
I wish I could claim it was due to a generous and compassionate nature, but the truth is I simply can't remember the injury for very long. Literally can't. My short term memory sucks, and my long-term memory is very picky about what it considers worthy of keeping track of, so within a relatively short amount of time all the details of the drahma and the insults that were visited upon me start to fuzz. A little more time and I pretty much forget everything except the vague idea that I'm supposed to be angry at someone, but it's hard to maintain a proper head of steam when I can't stoke it with any concrete examples.
One really great advantage to this memory failure is that I never wallow in The Good Old Days because they've been sufficiently erased beyond the power of nostalgia to resurrect. |