Some people are like bad pennies. You can’t get rid of them. They pop up out of nowhere. You thought you were rid of them and then there they are! Out of the blue they are in your life again in some form. Bad pennies are quite negative, thus the term “bad.”
It is so weird, too, because like in the last few weeks I was going along in my life just fine, minding my business. Then there was the penny. I tossed it out. Obviously not hard enough. So then there were all these little return visits by that damned penny. Then today it came back and I was like really?! Damnation! You are a very persistent and obviously stupid penny! Why don’t you take a hint and leave? I throw you away and you keep coming back. I don’t want you in my life. I like nickels, dimes, and quarters and even GOOD pennies! I don’t like BAD pennies! GO AWAY!!!!!!!
Then this other bad penny in my life…it’s so weird. I didn’t consider this person a bad penny until recently. But it seems this person can’t be bothered to be nice or even civil occasionally to me. No, this person is more like a troll and they search me out to be argumentative about differences of opinions. This person pops up like a bad penny when there is something of a differing opinion not to offer a different view, but rather to be argumentative. If this person wants to be a part of my life in a positive way, I would welcome it, but they have become so negative and bitter towards me that I now just view them as a bad penny. I am at a point in life where I now listen to rational people who can carry on a conversation that is a two-way street. If you want it just one-way, go talk to yourself in a mirror. I no longer tolerate rants directed straight at me. So, second bad penny, we all make choices. Your choice is to alienate yourself from my life, but please do not act like I did it. I am not the one with harsh words. I have had kind words toward you and I hope you will remember that. If you refuse, that is your issue, not mine.
One penny I have thrown away over and over and it keeps coming back. I don’t want it back. I hope it falls in the sewer and stays there, festering in the crap that it is. The other penny is one that has the ability to be a different kind and could be welcomed into my life, but I don’t know what the choice will be. I do know that something will have to change, though, or that penny will be considered a bad penny and will be treated as such.