The people of Albania have a high ethical code of Besa (Keep the Promise), which I first read about in a book summary in Reader’s Digest years ago.
“We’ll arrange to meet some time.” Years ago. Years later: “We’ll arrange to meet some time.” It’s at the corner of their mouth. It’s recorded in my mind. Failed promises.
“When A is over, we should meet for a drink and chat.” I reminded you recently. Ha ha, oh yes, you responded. Nothing since.
“X and I have been wanting to meet up to talk with you, to empathise with your challenges.” I remember, from months ago. You seem to have forgotten. I’m still waiting.
“Can we meet very soon?” And I responded, “It’s not easy for me, since I work day and night from home, on watch for my family; but we can make the time.” You didn’t mention it any more, not even a “Never mind”. And you kept meeting others and enthusing about the sociability. Another forgotten one forgotten. But I do not.
“Let’s meet for hawker food B soon. When? Where? We meet halfway?” That friendly first chat is still in my mind. Seems to have slipped your mind forever more, although it’s still in your social media logs. You’ve been very busy lately. I’m ever buusy too. We all are.
At work, and in communications, all the above are also part of Ghosting. Messages not confirmed, replies not given; closures not happened.
Make things happen. Make words count. I remember, and write on.
Promises to meet
Hi Alan: I think that you know I think a lot of you. I wish you well in every possible way. However, my circumstances have changed and, no fault on your part but I’m unsubscribing from all my Substack accounts. May The Blessings Be. Love always, Bruna
Beautifully said