I am having an aftershock. A little, personal aftershock in which my stomach is all knotted up and nauseated. You know how sometimes, you have to say something to somebody but you really wish you could get away with not saying it? But you know that you have to say it eventually, and it is better to say it now rather than later -- because later, it would be an even more difficult situation and everyone involved would feel a lot worse about the whole thing. So then you end up saying it, even though you know the person you are saying it to is going to be upset, even though you do not want them to be upset, even though part of you wonders if you should be saying it at all, even though a whole lot of things. And it turns out pretty much like you saw it -- with you upset and them upset and you feel really horrible and guilty and you do not know how to say "I'm sorry" enough times, and you do not know how to fix things, and you do not know what to do, and your stomach gets all knotted up and nauseated. And you start doing really ridiculous things like identifying with Lana Lang of "Smallville" fame. (Okay, maybe that last part is just me.)
Right. I am having an aftershock of that.
And really regretting the choice of McDonalds as my lunchtime venue.
Thank you. This concludes this special "Serious" edition of Fulminous. Now, back to your regularly scheduled vapidity.