Tabula Rasa

It seems that every TV show at some point has an episode titled "Tabula Rasa." It may be cliche, but there is something compelling about getting a clean slate.

Every few years, I do a purge: of old clothes, old habits (ha!) and old friends. I think that it's about time for one again.

Clothes: anything bigger than what I currently wear.
Habits: anything that makes me wear clothes bigger than what I currently wear.
People: who are not now, and quite probably never were, my friends.

Now, I have an extremely high tolerance for bullshit. It takes an awful lot for me to toss someone for good:

• There was the one who insisted on showing me a video of her sister's wedding...a week after my divorce was final. Even after I started crying, she insisted on fast-forwarding so that I could see "the cool thing they did with doves."
• The girl who invited me over for the weekend, and after I drove the six hours to get to her out-of-state home, had me doing household chores like hanging pictures, putting together a bookcase, and fixing a clock. (Did I mention that she already had a husband? A worthless philosophy grad student?) There was also the dog that she encouraged to hump a floor pillow, and the coup de grace: when she thanked me for "visiting," she said I was the only one she could get to come over. Nice.
• The guy who gave me an engagement ring for April Fool's Day. Oh wait. Technically, since I still married him and he ended up leaving me, that might not actually count...

There is one person who is definitely on the need-to-go list, and I've decided that Lent is the perfect time to do it.

No, I am pretty much the opposite of Catholic, but what the hell (pun intended).