Life is Short
A woman who was briefly my girlfriend during my sophomore year in high school (over 40 years ago), recently reached out through LinkedIn. I welcomed the contact during these COVID times. We exchanged a few emails. I made a point to ask her about herself, her life. “Tell me about your sons,” for example. She responded in wonderful detail, so that I felt as if I actually knew something meaningful about her—and about her sons’ lives, personalities, and aspirations. I noticed, however, that she did not (at least not yet) ask me similar questions. No “Tell me about your daughters,” for example. I would welcome such queries. But life is short. A plague makes that clear. As did my 20 year marriage to a narcissist. So I have no plans to further that correspondence.
by Shāymus MacĀmus