Last week in conversation with the guy, I said something obnoxious. No reason to. Just said it. I could feel how taken aback he was.

He didn’t leave. He politely asked me to refrain from using such language when we were talking. He forgot about it a minute later. Guess he might have forgiven me even sooner.

I said sorry. He said- there’s no sorry after you’ve done it. Just don’t do it again.

Sometimes you inflict pain to see if it sticks, or if what’s making you happy is big enough to see you through the pain. When pain becomes painful, you say it wasn’t meant to last, while you had done everything to finish it.

We live in self fulfilling prophecies.