I acted inappropriately. I said things I shouldn’t have, and stuck my nose in where it didn’t belong. I am not sorry about how I feel about the situation; however, I am sorry about how irrationally I acted and spoke. I have apologized. It is what it is.
And honestly, in the cosmic scheme of things, I am probably making a mountain out of a molehill. But…I’m a dweller. It’s what I do. So in the aftermath of MeredithElaine-sticks-foot-in-mouth-a-palooza, I have spent nearly every waking moment since then thinking that I am the most terrible person on earth. I don’t deserve love or friends. I don’t deserve to see the light of day. I have purposefully been laying fairly low this week. I just feel wretched.
People seem to think I’m a nice person. And then I do or say stupid stuff that proves how very, very wrong they are.
Chest aches/pains/anxiety are still here.
Tonight, I think I’ll have the self-loathing with a side of regret.
