Road to home

Do you know that feeling when somebody makes a fool of yourself? That’s the way I feel now.

At first you say: “Why the fucking hell did I what I did?” and you feel like a poor piece of shit. Next you do is to remind exactly how and what did you say to make this person answer something like that, so sharp, so cutting, and then you realize that you just poked your nose into somebody’s life, disturbing her little piece of world.

And then you think: “What did you expect? It’s her world! Her reflexions! And then you get through this door and disturb her private affairs! Seriously, what did you fucking expect?”.

After that you remember that you did it with the best of intentions, you never wanted to disturb anybody. You haven’t to apologize for anything you did. But she jealously guards his privacy and responded unfriendly. I don’t blame you.

You are how you are, and maybe, if you don’t were like that, you couldn’t have impressed me in the way you did it.