Me and my big mouth

I knew that sooner or later this blog and this mouth of mine will get me into trouble. I just wasn’t expecting it be this soon and with this friend. Anyway, I have no way to repair the damage. I am being punished for a sin I know not. He doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. And he has been avoiding me like I’m the bubonic plague. That hurts. And what hurts more was I didn’t even know what I said or did that made him hate me so. I’ve been replaying our conversations in my head. I knew we disagreed about something and I made a post that might have upset him is some way. I don’t know exactly how or why but he’s upset or miffed or furious about it. If I had known, if I had any inkling … (deep sigh). I thought he knew me enough to understand me. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to know me at all.

To be misunderstood. To be critiqued and labeled as “bad” without having the chance to defend self. It’s like someone hitting me hard but had my hands tied together. I can’t hit back. Because I don’t even know who the enemy is.

And I feel really bad about this because I never meant to hurt anyone. But apparently I did. I can’t even apologize because I don’t know what I am sorry for.

So that is that.

I’m sorry. I thought we were good friends. But I guess I assumed too much.