A public apology

I’m not normally one to go back and edit entries.  I’ve always held to the fact that what shows up here is what’s in my head when I sit down to write the entry. It may not always be right, and it may not always be fair, but it’s how I feel at that moment.  I’m an emotional, cheese sandwich type blogger - you’re never going to find anything more than my take of the issue du jour.

That said, I aired a major insecurity of mine and called someone something I shouldn’t have.  First impressions and all that—and I know that’s a terribly lame defense, but it’s what I’ve got. I still don’t know them as a person and I still feel threatened by them, but that’s my own issue.  And it’s not something that should be dealt with here. That’s definitely an internal conversation to be held offline, in my Moleskine, and it is something I will be working on since I don’t see them leaving my social circle anytime soon.

Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.

(For those whose Latin is rusty, the translation is: My fault. My fault. My most grievous fault.  Unfortunately (?), I haven’t forgotten ANY of my high school Latin… I’m sure that it’s taking up brain space I need for something much more important (like BU hockey stats), but I feel that the language is beautiful and difficult and I love a good challenge.  But I digress.)

So, for what it’s worth, and I know it’s probably worth nothing, I’m sorry.

REALLY SORRY.