I’m just putting out there that this is how I’ve been feeling:
Even gangstas and rappers can have hurt feelings.
It’s not just one steely knifed stab wound that will soon dull to a throb, and then eventually scar over.
It’s more like there was a stab, and then as soon as a scab crusts over, it gets ripped off for the injury to weep and bleed anew.
And then someone pours salt in it.
And then rubs it in deep, just for good measure.
I’m being a bit dramatic, I know. I don’t for a moment believe that there was or is any malicious intent behind the actions which have caused this current state of emotional affairs. Still, a repeatedly stabbed and salted figurative heart is exactly what this feels like.
It’s a situation that is not in my court to resolve.
I can only hope that resilient scar will develop, just the same.
In the meantime, please don’t mind my tears of a gangsta.