I’ve only recently realized that my dark superpower may be my ability to make people invisible. And not invisible in a good way, either.
Hurt my feelings? You’re invisible.
Offend me? I can’t see you.
Betray me? I’m blind in your general direction.
The worst thing is that this superpower seems entirely reasonable to me.
It’s sort of a no-fuss, no-muss way to live, except for the immaturity and ridiculousness of it. I believe in the power of forgiveness, in the necessity of forgiveness, but if you bug me? You’re dead to me.
I can ignore you for the whole rest of my life, if need be. The Silent Treatment and I go way back.
I’m not saying it’s good.
But I am good at it.
I realized this over the weekend–the one dotted with dank pools of self-doubt and jealousy–when I explained to someone my 8-year old’s issues with another girl at school. My daughter has no patience for someone who has crossed her. She does not forgive and forget . . . she remembers and continues the feud.
It’s sort of vaguely amusing when you’re 8-years old, but when you are forty-five and you erase people from your future if they disappoint or disagree with you it’s not at all cute.
Although it’s better than punching people in the nose.