my shoulder, my psyche

Call it psychic dandruff.

I ran into someone yesterday who was the source of much drama and angst a few years ago. She was very complimentary and uncharacteristically pleasant.

I made small talk and came away from the encounter honestly amused that she's keeping up on my life (unprompted, she told me about my condo). I'll also admit to enjoying her visible surprise when I left the table to go on a date with someone else whom she knows.

What's that quote? "Living well is the best revenge." It seems that the universe has sorted things out nicely for both of us. And it's a lovely feeling to brush her off my shoulder like so much debris from my past.