Once again, I said some stupid shit. My life is a cycle of keeping things to myself and getting comfortable, then letting my guard down and expressing myself, then making everyone mad.
The older I get, the more I understand the archetype of an old man and his dog, living alone in the woods.
Everyone says stupid shit sometimes, it’s OK.
As long as it’s not hateful or purposefully hurtful. Learn from it and move on.
Yeah, but I keep doing it. I’m apparently not learning my lesson.