I have these embarrassing events in my life where I cannot seem to get past them. Something will remind me of them, and I’ll just die inside. I won’t be able to sleep. But at least I don’t bother other people with them.
Just mentioning this has now made me recall some older events. Oh Jesus, why did I write this comment?
“Friend, I’ll be honest, I don’t want to bother you with this meta-awkwardness either, but its reached the point where I need you to either stab me, forgive me, or agree its just too awkward not to share, if I am ever to sleep again.”
I have these embarrassing events in my life where I cannot seem to get past them. Something will remind me of them, and I’ll just die inside. I won’t be able to sleep. But at least I don’t bother other people with them.
Just mentioning this has now made me recall some older events. Oh Jesus, why did I write this comment?
The few times I tried, speaking with the involved persons about it helped. But those were lucky moments.
“Friend, I’ll be honest, I don’t want to bother you with this meta-awkwardness either, but its reached the point where I need you to either stab me, forgive me, or agree its just too awkward not to share, if I am ever to sleep again.”
Well… this is awkward.