That's Luke 16:10 of course.
I felt as if this also applies to relationships.
I also feel that I'm the exact opposite.
I'll do a thousand things, no matter how tedious, tiring, or small. No matter how unnecessary or trivial a given task may seem, I am willing to do it, for others.
But big things? Problems? Fights?
I'll liken it to a fictional situation. Like one might have read about. It wouldn't be fictional, though... these things happen.
Let's go with the general: ' A friend/family member/lover chose to move away.' No, I wouldn't call. I wouldn't write. Saying 'I'll remember you' Is a lie. I would choose to forget.
Or simply, 'Chose to leave you.'That would be their decision, sure. I understand that. Especially if I've been the one to make a mistake. But would we still be friends? Not really. When it comes to those sort of things... those problems... those situations... I lack the 'magical main character' ability to either A: Charge after them, or B: Forgive and forget.
I'll gladly and humbly clean toilets, cook, open every door, smile, listen to your rants and venting, everything! Beg and grovel for forgiveness when I've made a mistake, and gladly forgive anything!
Anything except the big things.
Is that a lack of loyalty? Comradery? I don't know.
I'm not dreadfully afraid of loss. I'll gladly burn a bridge if a relationship is hurting me, and cook weenies on the open flames. Mmm... Where was I? Oh yes.
But if it happens, I lack that ability to 'be the bigger person.'
I won't 'take revenge,' or anything. I don't lash out at people, or hold an obsessive grudge. I won't do anything about it, necessarily...I just don't have the capacity to pretend that nothing is wrong.
Why should I be expected to? Especially if those kinds of decisions have a direct effect on my life?
No, I won't be your buddy. I can talk to some random old guy, and listen to his train stories if I want company. Not someone who has affected me negatively.
Contemplating this... the last remaining strings of my conscience tug at me.
Why? I don't have anything to prove. Especially to someone who hurt me.
So why do I feel like I should?
...I don't know.
Afterthought: ...That sounded pointed. These are just musings, really. I'm not talking about a specific memory, certainly not any of you here! Or I would've told the story... haha. Just thoughts, based on my feelings towards old and new experiences, applied to a fictional future event, in which, I doubt my reaction will have changed, as I seem to still feel the same about such things...