I wish all my words were written in pencil; easily erased. It would be nice to have an “undo” button to take back those things I didn’t really mean. Unfortunately, our words are written in permanent ink. They can be forgiven, but not forgotten. Blame can be owned after the fact, but at times it’s easier to point at fictional reasons for my mindlessness. As long as I’ve been on this earth, you would think I would have learned a few things by now. Perhaps I am regressing into that idiot teenager I once was. Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance that has somehow never been diagnosed before. Or maybe I am just not paying attention anymore… At any rate, I really need to get my act in order before things are always written in a black sharpie, and there is nothing I can do to repair them. I think that time is already here…