Ghosts from the past can sometimes have this unsettling habit of materialising when I least expect them to. Not that I particularly expect them to materialise at any given point, but there have of course been instances when I have thought of them. When they do make their appearance it is usually greeted by a knee-jerk reaction from me - often with drastic consequences.

Two ghosts materialised over the last couple of months. And in both cases I reacted quite unexpectedly - even to myself. Fact is, I hardly reacted. In one case I took a long time to respond, and when I did I wasn't sure whether it makes any difference to me if I do so or not. There was no "for old times' sake" sentiment - I am not fond of all the old times for sure.

In the second case I did not respond at all. There was an urge of immediate concern simply because I still care about this ghost in some way - there are old times that I am still fond of. Once the urge was conquered, I did not feel the need to do anything at all. My ghost is at peace with me, and that is the way I shall leave it - a reaction might actually upset the apple-cart which has taken four years to settle. My ghost deserves this much.