scrinch

i count my blessings for those who are kind to me:

those who ask me out for lunch,

go their way out to give me a lift to my meetings,

who pop by from time to time to chat with me,

send me interesting articles to read,

and those who genuinely want to know me as a person.

:: for those who have been mean and unkind to me, it no longer matters. why should they matter when i don’t matter to them?