Know the feeling that you did something wrong, said sorry about it and been humiliated in front of people?

You forget that it was wrong because you think that if it was done to you, it would be all right — perspective, people.

I wasn’t trying to be invasive or rude.

And I don’t know. I just hate it. I got hit hard. So hard, in fact that for the first time in a long time, I’m tempted to hide back and close my cave with a boulder.

When I was in grade school, I was the commentator in the mass. Something happened and I made a mistake.

My religion teacher lectured me for a long time and after that, I was quiet and nonchalant during my religion classes (this was probably a turning point why I don’t go to mass now Yes, blame it on the teacher). I was impressionable back then as I am now.

I just want to forget about it, cut the ties and hide.

I’m sad.