Don’t Take The Bait

Ever notice how sometimes there is something or someone enticing? It’s like fishing. When you fish, you use flashy lures and bait that will attract your prey. The thing is that fish can be smarter than the fisherman. Just because there is bait there doesn’t mean that the fish has to take it. Cause guess what! There’s other food out in that water. That fish survived without that bait. It can keep on surviving. The thing the fish needs to remember is that if it takes that bait there is the chance of death. Actually death is almost certain. But if the fish refuses the bait and keeps on surviving on its own, life can keep on happening. It may not be an easy life, but it is still life. The odds of living are much higher by leaving that bait alone.

Think about that when temptation comes your way. Is it really something good or is it just bait for something bad? I have learned to look at things that way. It’s a real eye opener.

My Life Is a Soap Opera

These are the days of my life…and boy are they crazy! I don’t think a soap opera writer could write them any better! Hmmm…remember that movie where there was someone writing what the guy was living? Maybe that is my life! It sure feels like it!

Drama! Drama! At least I play myself quite well. I think I would rather have Sandra Bullock play the part, though. I like her. I think she would make a good stand in for me. I don’t know her personally but the characters she has played often remind me of myself. Or maybe I’m just a little narcissistic. Who knows?! Afterall, my life is a soap opera.

This has been the month of exes! I must be abso-freaking-lutely amazing because quite a few exes have been in my life in the last month. One came back to apologize. I was impressed. Not many men do that. Upstanding thing to do. He and I are now friends on Facebook and we send a “Hey!” here and there. The other ex–the most recent ex–had blocked me on Facebook. (I was so bad he wanted to pretend I didn’t exist.) OK. Fine. Be that way. Life goes on. Right? So Friday I get this thing on Facebook stating “Jerk (I use this name instead of his real name to protect him and me) suggests you check out his page.” Hey, Jerk, no! We’re not friends. We’re exes. We didn’t part on good terms. You owe me an apology. Why would I want to check out your page? Now he didn’t send a friend request. I think that was the toe in the water to see if it was cold. It is. Ice cold. Frigid. Now if he apologized there might be some warmth to the water. I forgave already because I am supposed to. But there still needs to be a HUGE apology or multiple apologies. While I may have forgiven, I sure didn’t forget!

So this morning I get up and take my shower and am doing my thing. Get a text on my phone. The nice ex seems to be saying he didn’t realize I lived in Asheville now. Come on! You looked me up on Facebook to find me but didn’t realize where I was living now? It’s not hidden. He acted surprised by the fact.

So what is up with the soap opera? Am I the only one who lives one?

Tune in tomorrow…or maybe later today if more drama arises. (P.S. I must have had an impact, though. Years later and some of them still can’t forget me!)