“You were right” I said to LB this morning as we spoke about
my final contract. I have come to realize over the weekend that perhaps
sometimes in my haste and suicidal need to save the world, I make a horrible
judge of characters and situations. And in the end of it all, I gather
unnecessary stress and jitters on to myself.
It’s December. And we all know that December is always a bad month for me, to be left to my own devices.
Perhaps I was being selfish in retrospect. Thinking that by playing a superhero of sorts, my own cold winter could be kept at bay.
Now we learn otherwise.
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