Sometimes you’re better off not knowing.
Not knowing things, secrets, plans. To be blissfully unaware of certain information can be a blessing.
Sometimes you can know a person for six years and will have been far better off in not knowing them at all.
I needed to write that down to remind myself that I am not the problem. I not only have to remind myself that I don’t care but, more importantly, can’t.
I don’t have room in my heart nor head for it. So we’ll put this in the trash file of my mind and wait for it to finally delete itself from the severely fragmented hard drive of my mind.
Until, I don’t know the thing anymore.