I was looking over some old files on my computer, when I ran across an exchange between myself and the admin of a website. The conversation’s topic was all about a post of mine being edited by that admin and her, very mistaken, belief that my entire purpose for being on her site was self-promotion.
At the last of the exchange, she basically said I had no idea how to behave on a public website and just wanted me to leave her precious site. Whatever. She doesn’t make me moan or pay my bills, so she’s nothing in my eyes.
The real point of this is that, after three years, those files are still sitting on my computer. All this time I’ve kept those hate-filled words on my computer. It may seem superstitious to some (remember, though, that half the world’s population believe that a man who was his own father and got nailed to a plank of wood is going to give them eternal life in “heaven,” so who’s to say what’s superstitious, anyway?) but I think the presence of those files, and the hate-filled diatribe they contain, have contributed to my run of bad luck.
(Silly, I know, but there it is).
I know I should delete the files, but, as with real life items, I’m something of a pack rat. I don’t throw anything away, honestly. I’m not a hoarder, though! Honest!
(Okay, maybe I am. Shit).
In any event, I just felt I needed to express these thoughts. Sort of a purging of my negative thinking patterns.
There. Done. I’m going to delete those files.