I had the unlucky occasion to be the victim of some drama lately. I had expected a joyful family reunion, over the summer months and anticipated for a long time, only to find out that my niece/godchild/mother of my babyniece “doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” Well, well well. If that is not a shunning I don’t know what is.
Unbeknown to me, I was being shunned by someone I thought was my closest, most beloved of all my relatives. That child who I watched (as best I could) grow up, move away and fall under the influence of strangers who I met well, once, has decided to treat me as if I were a worthless piece of shit.
I never questioned or judged her. But being in the end, was judged, questioned, and worst of all, ignored. I have been deemed unworthy of familial love by token of, well, some unfathomable ideation.
It made me realize that I am actually rich. Rich in that I have many many friends who will give me the shirt off their back. Many people who are concerned, supportive. Many who are free with their help and offer countless blessings of companionship.
And new friends are happening all of the time. On FaceBook, at church. In my various club activities. On line at the supermarket.
Don’t underestimate the power of friendship. It is going to buoy you when the people you thought were your unqualified heroes back away.
Actions have consequences. I have recently been playing chess with the computer, and have used it to convince myself over and over that actions have consequences. So what happened to me, the shunning, will come to consequence. It may not be now, it may be years to come. But the actions of shunning have consequences.
So, when the shit hits the fan, I can only hope nobody gets slimed in the crossfire.