i started to write an apology to my dear friend C, only to realize i am too embarrassed to write about this or post this on Tumblr, even though there is really nothing to worry about because I can assure you (by “you,” I mean “me”) that absolutely no one will read this. no proofreader nor copy editor nor other real or sentient or mythological being. with not a soul to hear my story and forgive me, it cannot be an apology.
so saying i am sorry for saying something rather dumb after a ginger martini at Uncommon Ground has no real purpose. neither the drink nor the place I drank is of any real insignificance. i can say things i will instantly regret any time any where.
maybe that is my real purpose.
now i somehow managed to forget what i was even saying.
so my apology has achieved its purpose.
i am glad i said it.