No. This has nothing to do with Mrs. Bucket-pronounced-Bouquet.
I've never believed in using blogs as a way to air dirty laundry or ramble about grievances, but sometimes it just makes you feel better to get things off your chest while the beast that is the I-net provides a modicum of anonymity.
Anyway, today I got a message out of the blue from someone I thought was out of my life permanently. Friends move, friends "break up", friends change allegiances, and then they come back and lay the blame at each other's feet for inexplicable reasons.
Say, for instance, someone does something you think isn't necessarily a good idea and, while you don't attack them outright for making a not-so-good decision, you refuse to participate in activities revolving around the not-so-good decision because any participation on your part makes it seem like you agree that what's going on is a brilliant idea. The person in question then stops speaking to you after you offer an explanation, even though you're not actually obliged to give one; for well over a year, you hear nothing further and consider the friendship dead, so you write it off. Yes, like taxes.
So, at some point, you get a message from the person asking if you're talking to them yet. And this leaves you scratching your head because, far as you can remember, who weren't the one who stopped talking. How, then, are you to react? Do you lash out and lay blame and say, "No, no, no, no, I'm not the one who did X, Y, and Z! YOU blah-blah-blah-de-blah-de-blah"?
It's a picklement, as Piers Anthony has been known to write. It really is.