Isn’t it good to not know the unknown? It is always said that ignorance is bliss. Isn’t that right, too? When you know of an incidence, which isn’t palatable, it’s best ignored. Best forgotten. As if it hasn’t occurred at all.
Experience the pain of remembering and thinking about incidents that hurt? More so when it’s told what was seen or what happened was indeed not as it showed or seemed? More so when one’s own, who was part of the act, denies what actually happened, and shows oneself as innocent? Not guilty? Actually, it may be true . . . As one is disowned by own, largely because of intoxication of two kinds. One from what was gulped. The other was by being consumed by the company. Just feel not belonging there. Or not being the type.
Change the thought. Actually, whoever did something similar didn’t deserve to be owned. Feel them cheap. Learn to ignore. Experienced bliss. Be happier.
It's like dark matter - its existence is known, but not its form.
