The other day I upset someone. I was feeling sorry for myself at that point and for the next two weeks I sulked and wallowed and was generally a really bad friend. I thought that they were better off if I just stayed away from them but maybe that was me just being a coward or the self pity talking.
It took another friend to remind me what being a friend was about. Maybe they won’t want to talk to me again – and I dont blame them – but I still owed them a proper apology. I’m supposed to be a nice guy but I wasn’t exactly acting like one. Even nice guys make mistakes I guess.
So I tried to fix things on Saturday. Didn’t exactly work out as I planned. It took me two hours to walk home feeling dejected….