Painter sat at the defendants table and announced with absolute certainty, “This is all your fault.”
And I wonder, “Which part is my fault?”
Painter sat at the defendants table and announced with absolute certainty, “This is all your fault.”
And I wonder, “Which part is my fault?”
Apparently, among other things, lying, cheating, and carrying secrets feels like food poisoning.
Ghost stories are not based on the realities of my actions but simply imaginings of my intentions intended to slave me to the mast of someone else’s emotional shipwreck. Letting shame go will cut you from the mast and make you the captain of your own destiny.
On Friday I helped a friend cater an event at a local brewery. For reasons I am still sussing out…
The cynical and bitter will call it image management.
Everyone else will call it adulting.