There was a big post here about how I might actually be an asshole.
But, this isn't the place for it. So...it's going in the paper journal. y'all can read up on it when I'm taking the dirt nap.
It occurred to me after having penned most of it, that sometimes I need to write things to get them off my chest and out of my head, but that those words can have very different meaning to someone receiving them. And to be honest, there are times when the words aren't really for anyone but Future Todd.
I sometimes forget that you guys can't really see the depth and reason of what I say when I say it and that some of the words have the influence of this world on them and not the intent that is in my head as they are leaving my mouth...or keyboard as it were.
In any event, I'm sorry.
Sometimes I don't do so good around people. Probably a piece of the 'two divorce' puzzle, eh?
I'm off to write.
P.S. For what it's worth, I know now that I'm not an asshole. But sometimes I definitely need to filter things before they come out of my mouth. That's what the paper journal is for, methinks. Future Todd, take note.
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