What Did You Do Though?

As I listened to yet another story, actually the same one repeated as it's often neatly wrapped in, "Can you believe he did that to me?" At this point, I barely allow a mumble to escape it's sanctuary that's safely tucked behind my lips, as I could care less about this story. It's repetitive nature disturbs me to my core. As a matter of fact, many years ago I implemented a friend rule that swings both ways, but it goes along the lines of this, one can not complain to me about the same problem after a certain amount of time as I will no longer listen to it. I'm never sure what that timeline looks like, but my spirit always let me know when it's had enough and refuses to absorb anymore of the stale bullshit being hurled my way. 

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