I've written about my being shunned from the SMLF. Then, the ringleader of the shunning did the modern day version of the 7th grade girl freeze-out; she "unfriended" me on social media (and then unfriended me and my office from her office's social media . . . damned unprofessional.)
I will admit, monkeys harbor ill feelings a long time before we're finally able to move on. And, although my brain tells me that I was a better friend to the ringleader than she EVER was to me and that her deciding we can't even be civil to each other isn't actually a loss . . . I am annoyed that not a single other member of the SMLF has said a single word to me. It's weird. Freeze out has been complete.
Being that I like to gaze upon my own navel for hours upon hours, I want to think that they are all just so busy and wrapped up in their lives that they haven't noticed. Which actually doesn't say much about our friendships in the first place, eh? I am willing to entertain the notion that they are as perplexed by the turn of events as I am and don't quite know if they've done something to offend me. But, I reject that theory because ESK, surely, would have either set them straight or said something to me if they'd inquired to her.
Nope, the sad resignation is that I was rejected, shunned, burned, frozen-out, given the boot.
And, this week I realize how complete that boot giving is because the camp that I have been camp cook for over the last several years is happening this week, and I was not invited back to be 'Cookie."
It was volunteer work I truly enjoyed, and am sad to be forced to give up. And, a bit angry. You really don't want to make a monkey angry. As much self control as I frequently exhibit, monkeys are pretty unpredictable and likely to allow nasty quips and sarcasm to take over. And, there is that who harboring hurts thing. You think elephants never forget . . . they got nuthin' on monkeys.