Just watched an old show
that left me pondering . . .
In said show, the protagonist
arranged a shooting scene in
order to portray his innocence.
Set me to wondering . . .
How many times have I re-
arranged my own scenes to
make me out the innocent
rather than the guilty.
I know that when I f--- up,
I tend to keep revisiting the
same scene in my mind, over
and over. And, if I'm honest
with myself, little by little
that bit of a story just keeps
changing enough to make
me out to be the innocent.
Here I am, about a hundred
years old . . . when the hell
am I going to grow up and
take responsibility for my
own actions.
Love how life stretches out
an allotted time so one can
learn. High time I grow up
and take responsibility!
Going to do so if it kills me!
Here's hoping . . .
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