Just a few hours after I shared a post on my Facebook wall, I began receiving messages from gleefully self appointed double agents in a matter a friend and I consider resolved.  Please do not send me what he wrote to you in confidence, nor (secondhand/hearsay) details of phone conversations.  That’s not the kind of friend you want to be.  That’s deceitful.  No one deserves that.  And Rosie Neal I unfriended after you sent me your sign on info and password because you thought I needed to see something that was none of my business: you profess to be his friend, or mine?  I will not be a party to deception.  He and I have settled our differences.  If you were entrusted with a secret, why are you divulging it?  Everyone loves to talk, and those you talk to behind the scenes talk to me.  This is not who you want to be. This is not where you want to vibe.  Count me out of all of this.  It’s none of my business, I do not care, and I simply have other things to do that are a lot more fun. We all try to fill our emptiness with something outside ourselves until we learn we can draw from the wellspring within. It’s only the deepest drinks that satisfy me.  Nonsense like this are but feathers on the wind of my life, soon to be puffed away as the nothingness that they are.

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