The True Vyne

I've been thinking about the word frenemy.

Someone asked to be my friend on Facebook whom I remember quite distinctly taking every opportunity in real life many many years ago to undo me. He was the kind of guy who tried everyday to trick me out of my twinkie at snack time and laughed out loud at me when I fell for it. Yep, I was Gullible with a capital "G", and he was an opportunist.

So, now I'm puzzled. Last time I saw him, and yes, there was no missing the spectacle of him in that crowd, he did not speak to me. I didn't seek him out either, because, ya know, I don't go lookin' for trouble. I'm still at grave risk of falling prey to malicious schemes due to my foundational belief that everyone can become the better person. Which is why I naively said, "Yes" to his friend request. Am I a fool? I'll take my chances. I've been picked on before and still have a large capacity for forgiveness. One of my old buddies has an ax to grind with me and has been known to scrupulously wield it my way on Facebook.

Bring. It. On.

Kindness always wins. Revenge is for sissies.