Don’t look back in anger, I heard you say, at least not today.

I miss Oasis. I mean seriously, who today would have the man berries to say they are bigger than the Beatles, which by proxy makes you bigger than Jesus? Even that smarmy little Timberlake punk wouldn’t dare. OK, you got me; I like that song were Justin sounds like Michael Jackson just a little bit. I guess I want my pop stars to sleep with Cameron Diaz and not little Jose Diaz of Sacramento who’s parents are dumb enough to leave him at Neverland Ranch alone all weekend with a middle age guy who shares his bed with other peoples kids. That’s just ignorant.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, don’t look back in anger. Wise words. I guess when you are an alcoholic like the Gallagher boys, you’ve probably had a few dysfunctional relationships. As have I. Such is life. I think the thing that has kept me sane is the fact that I refuse to get angry about how people treat me. At least not for long. I don’t internalize it and I don’t suppress it. I just get over it. Why? Because the only person you hurt is yourself.

I think we all carry some baggage around in life. I will spare you the details, but I’ve had plenty of bad, believe me. Growing up is reaching that point where you can accept others and more importantly forgive them for the hurt they caused you. I know people in their 80s who haven’t mastered this art and I know kids in elementary school who have. So whatever burdens you have, let them go. In all likelihood you are punishing yourself and only yourself. As the great Dr. Phil McGraw likes to say, “take a bite out of crime.” Oh wait, that’s McRuff the Crime Dog. Dr. Phil always asks “how’s that working out for you?”