Far, far away

Why is it that as soon as you can manage to convince yourself to forget about something it pops up again, it seems, almost instantaneously? I don't know if that falls inside the parameters of the notion of the rules of attraction.... law of attraction? Once you presume that everything is finished, it is reclaimed as if nothing was actually lost. I begin to wonder if the internalization of my issues and my psychosis and obsessive nature is the basis of the inconsistency. I assume that others are unreliable when in actuality, it is my fickle attitude that's responsible. 

I miss California. I can't decide if I love or hate that place. There appears to be no reason for any animosity. I blame California for more than she deserves. We'll soon be reunited and I can pay my apologies. 

The reconciliation will do me good.