I thought of this in the shower this morning and just had to write it down. The thought came due to a current spat in the family but I have yet to voice it:
Holding a grudge is like scratching an itch. You have that irritating itch and the only enjoyment you can give it is to scratch, even though you know you shouldn't.
You scratch, and scratch, and scratch...until finally the itch is now a gaping hole in your body, bleeding.
Now you know it is going to leave a scar, and some people like that. Me, on the other hand, has had plenty of scars in the past to want to deal with another.
Think about it.
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