Every now and then you make a choice and do something that perhaps you should not have done. But you did it, and have no real regrets about it. Heck it happened. No one was significantly impacted by it, and perhaps the intention behind it was suspect, but it happened.
And you tell a friend; more out of the need to tell someone rather than as a solicitation for commentary on the choice.
You are given commentary. Obviously commentary you don’t want to hear. All you wanted to do was tell someone. And you begin to feel that instead of telling an impartial friend, you’ve mistakenly been to the ‘confessional’ at the Catholic Church where the judgment is immediate and you’re given the number of verses to get out of the conundrum.
Suddenly the choice seems a lot bigger than it was yesterday.
The friend connects dots, some relevant, others obtuse at best.
And you start to get a little irritated. Yet you are reminded that this is what friends ‘are supposed to do.’
And you begin to remember why you began a blog to begin with: Anonymous confessions to people who will always try to put a happy spin on all your little stumbles.