Certain behavioral heuristics in my chosen compatriots fill me with dread and sorrow in regards to not only the company I keep, but the very future of our species. I could never fathom being quite so careless with someone else’s heart. I may not be perfect, but at least when I’ve damaged something or someone, I either mend the ills or make amends for my transgressions. Denying fault may assuage your guilt, but it steals confidence in you from your would-be confidants.
The usual countdown starts, t-minus 312,482 minutes until life starts over.
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