I really am a weird person, you know? I mean, last night, I was reading this newspaper article that I felt was really poorly written and I wrote an extremely angry e-mail to the author that was just completely unfair and uncivilized. She replied so politely this morning. I was just totally I am totally embarrassed and ashamed. I'm 44. I'm supposed to know better. It seems (not looking for excuses here) almost hormonal, you know?
sigh...then I couldn't fall asleep last night, because I was thinking about the article (It was on a topic that gets me very upset.) and the author and the comments left by others.
Why do I do that?! Why? I know that that kind of behavior is stupid, unfair, and ultimately I'll just feel bad. Maybe the link to p (if there is one) is that I use p to escape from the weirdness of being me. I think I'm a pretty weird person. sigh...I guess we all feel that way. I thought I'd accepted my "uniqueness" a long time ago -- you know: shortcomings are part of the package and all that.
I need to write an apology to the journalist. S***. I hate that. How embarrassing. No excuses, though: I need to do it.
































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