Sixteen

Going to free-write more today. I have an off-in-the-ether friend who has a birthday today. I’m not saying anything directly about it because I do hold a grudge…for many years now. It’s something that kind of, sort of began with the early stages of my physical maladies.

But, at the same time, there’d been an instance not too long prior where I was going to be late for an appointment, and I didn’t care. This individual had been late for me several times previously, and I was fine returning the disrespect. And I still beat him/her to the event. Whatever.

I’m kind of eager to apologize often when one isn’t necessary, but I’m reluctant to do when one is requested.

In my life, there’s few things for which I think I should express regret. I can plausibly explain why I did what I did.

It sort of relates to today’s big news story, where the West is running away from Afghanistan.

What we’ve done since we killed OBL is over. It didn’t work. Move on.