Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot . . . Should it?
Hi.
I’m not a great one for looking back or for making resolutions come January 1st. I suppose a big part of the ‘no resolutions’ thing is due to the fact that now, at the age I am at, I have just about sorted out the shape and weight of my own skin and I’m happy to say that I am comfortable in it.
I’m not saying that I’m perfect . . . although?
No, of course I’m not perfect. I’m a nightmare.
I rant and rave. I’m hugely opinionated. I ride Richard way too hard most of the time. I fail to have long-term friendships because I expect too much of people. I never forget and rarely forgive a hurt. I have principles and standards that are way too high for the average human being to accept. I expect trust and honesty.
These things, and more, stain my character.
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