I do not even think I have any enemies. Still, I would just like to go on record as saying, that if I get any, I know I am not going to love them. I do not even plan to like them. In fact, I currently dislike everyone who is to become my enemy. And, yes, I feel malice toward this theoretical group of people. Not a huge amount, but a little bit. I hope each member of the group stubs his toe on something every time he thinks about doing whatever he is doing that is going to make me dislike him.
Just to make this group of enemies easier to reference, I think I will name it Herby. Think of a pride of lions, which refers to a group of lions; a gaggle of geese, which refers to a group of geese; and Herby, which refers to a group of my enemies. I do not like the name Herby and I do not like Herby.
Let me give you an example of how Herby works: Let us assume that I will eventually have 41 enemies. I hope Herby stubs 41 toes, minimally; more stubbed toes are ok.
Any by the way, Herby, I never wanted this to happen to us. Once your toes are stubbed, perhaps the healing will begin. Your pain will mend the rift that separates us. Whatever you did, I suspect was the result of a misunderstanding, and your anger and mine are misplaced and pointless. You are not a bad person and neither am I. We merely disagree about something. I cannot apologize for whatever it is, because, frankly, I am not sorry. I also don’t expect you to ask for my forgiveness or even admit any wrong-doing. None of that matters. Everyone does what they do for a reason and when conflict is created it is virtually always the result of misinformation or of a misunderstanding. If we both agree that this is the source of most disputes, then our mutual awareness will apologize for both of us, and nothing more needs to be said.
I forgive you, Herby, and I hope you will forgive me also, and may God bless you with 41 bandages.