Stupid Question
Let me first start by saying that overall, I had a pretty good weekend. It was just the ending to my weekend that I’m still bothered by. Sunday night, I was catching up with a friend and conversation was going along nicely. But then there hit a point when I just couldn’t resist asking him a question. I knew deep down that nothing good could come from the answer…no matter which way he answered the question…I don’t think I would’ve been prepared for it either way, however, I still couldn’t help but ask.
And now, two days later, I’m still feeling bothered, depressed and mildly annoyed at myself. Ugh. Kill me now.
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