Why does anyone think that I never thought about the stupid or gauche or wrong things that I ever did before somebody brought them to my attention again years after they happened? Why do the people who incessantly talk about every last unhappy thing that I ever did think that I never felt bad about it all before they started plastering it all over the world so that I'm confronted by it every day?
Copyright L. Kochman, March 5, 2016 @ 8:04 p.m.
