Everyone has baggage.
I’m talking emotional baggage here, not actual physical luggage.
Personally, I try to make sure that my own baggage doesn’t have a negative impact on my friends and relationships. I think that most people have this goal.
But it’s a remarkably small world out there sometimes and emotional baggage has this way of leaping in from left field and throwing a wrench in things at the weirdest of times.
Take this past week (or so) for example: a big, messy chunk of my personal baggage opted to jump out and smack right into one of my close friends, making what should have been a delightful situation into something a little bit… weird.
Needless to say, that was one of the stranger conversations I’ve had.
And, while mildly uncomfortable, this situation is bound to resolve itself shortly, likely without incident, and leaving neither my friend, myself, nor our relationship any worse for wear.
I suppose it just goes to show that it’s better to face these things head-on, because it’s probably not nearly as bad as it appears at first glance.