Saturday, August 26, 2006

Golly, I really hate having to do this, but if you people had been on your toes and had given me shit when you should have, then I'd already have this embarrassing backpedaling taken care of in the comments of an earlier post. But NOOOOO. You let me sit there, my idiocy flapping in the wind for all to peruse, and now my humiliation is complete. I hope you're happy.

I made a fatuous statement that I'm now embarrassed to admit was written not under the influence of extreme inebriation, nor from an hallucinogen-generated fog. I said something extremely stupid in all sobriety. This, methinks, is a strong argument against sobriety.

What I said in the apartment management post was to the effect of your home reflecting your personality, and moreso than your car. blah blah blah. Please don't remind me specifically what I said - I'm taking pains to banish it from memory.

I would like to amend my statement thusly: HOW you live and how you treat other people is an infinitely more important and substantial measure of your worth as a person than where or what you live in, or what you drive. Or where you work.

Sitting in a cool breeze in the shade of another 102 degree Texas day, I realized as I so often do, what an irrascible moron I can be sometimes. I hope you can forgive me, for I still love you.

6 comments:

Fathairybastard said...

My goodness, yer like some sort of flagellant monk. Chill. yer forgiven, and yer point is well taken.

Liz said...

I think it's true in a way. No one is going to live where you are managing unless they have a reasonably edgy or hip attitude. I live in a place that is in the center of town with easy access to everything, including work. My neighborhood is reasonably insulated, however right across the street is Section 8 housing. Which, I think does tell you quite a bit about me.

I didn't think you meant where you live in a grasping money-oriented sense. And let's face it, if you live in Frisco, that does tell me something about you. Of course, I've known you for a donkey-load of years (close to 20 - how scary is that), so my interpretation is probably tempered by personal knowledge.

LJ said...

Speaking as someone who may be a contender for champion in the laying a big stupid egg on her blog department, I love you too.
Thank god someone else does it, too!

:P fuzzbox said...

We all have our moments. Blame it on the heat. That's what I'm doing.

Dick said...

I shit in my Cornflakes on a regular basis.
We still love you.

phlegmfatale said...

Thanks, everyone. I feel SO much better.