As you get older, the more people drop by the wayside and the fewer new people you pick up. After a while you learn to get used to it, but once in a while someone drops you so quickly you practically meet yourself on the bounce.
As much as you wrack your brains and try to remember the tiny slight, real or imagined, that lead to the sudden breakdown in friendly communications, you can never recreate the set of circumstances. Time goes by and in a while the absence of the friend gets gradually filled by all the new chums you make (in my case the new chums are the best chums ever - here's to you Noodles!).
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| Ghost or inflated condom with arms? |
BUT...what to do when, in a rushed lunch-hour, with your arms full of groceries, you are suddenly confronted by said absentee after 5 years or so, acting as though nothing ever happened!
Thankfully, I am quite a reasonable person (haha) and have the wherewithal to realise that I did nothing to deserve the polar winter I had foisted on me, and in actual fact I'm quite relieved to have avoided the inevitable crises and horrors which would have ensued over that time.
Moral of the story - ghosts are only scary if you believe in them. So there.
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