I could spew off an array of self indulgent bullshit like I normally do in this blog, but that subject seems to be on my mind right now. All of my life I've looked out for number one because I was under the mistaken notion that was all there was. So I began a form of narcissistic care and didn't care who I treaded on. I had good friends who didn't want to upset me when I hurt them in little ways I was to blind to see. And tonight I finally came to some form of morose catharsis about the aftermath...my little "me" campaigns wrought with martyrdom and woe, my idiotic bullshit that lead me down the wrong paths (you get the idea). None of these transgressions can be corrected with an apology, yet I'd gladly offer them to those I've hurt if I knew that the people who once called me friend would accept them. And as for the wrong choices I've made? Those I must live with in the hopes they may come around again so I may be able to see them through different eyes.
But, to end this entry on a positive note: I do believe the one good choice I have made is marrying Sheri. She is kind, understanding, and a very beautiful person whom I love. I may mess up alot...not say the right thing...or sometimes be a nuisance...but I'm glad she still loves me after a year of being married to me.