I misbehaved. I am not the only one, but I can only apologize for my own words. I feel yucky.
I let myself get annoyed by Linda. Then I let my feelings turn into actions – writing things intended toward taking her down a peg. Someone else might have gotten hurt in all of this. The fact that I don’t know whether or not he did makes it all the more regrettable. If I didn’t know the effect of my words, then I should have been more mindful and just not said them.
You’d think that after 41 years on earth, including four spent in high school, and a decade on the park benches of the Upper East Side (a veritable hornet’s nest of gossip), I would learn to shut my mouth when in doubt, or even to know when I’m in doubt.