I see my old "friend" in a club again. Just 5 minutes earlier, had I seen her, I might have become really incensed and caused a bit of a scene. Last time, I was mad. But I had just released it. Honestly, in my heart, let it go. When I saw her, I just laughed. Of course I would run into her at that moment. I agreed to listen to her bumble through an apology.
"You do not have to apologize," I interrupt.
"Yes, I do," she insists. "What I did was totally wrong."
"It was," I agree. "I'm not denying it was f#$%ed up. If you had just told me, I would have been hurt, but not angry. But what I mean is, I do not need to hear anymore apology from you. Maybe several months again when I thought we might be friends still or when I needed to understand, but I do not need to talk about it anymore. I do not want additional info. It doesn't matter. I do not care."
The dj drops some funky beats. I shrug my shoulders.
"Holding onto anger about some stupid thing that happened in the past, it just hurts me. I recognize to some extent that this was my own karma. Everything comes back, three times over. I accept my karma, and release you to yours. Good luck."