You know, there’s not much

You know, there’s not much I’ll ever apologize for. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m too proud or too stupid. I don’t apologize for anything I write, as a rule mind you. But I will apologize when I’ve hurt a friend. I think this is silly and has gone on long enough. Things were said that were hurtful to me, things I said back were hurtful to others. That’s the short of it. I’m not going to extend this into a useless barrage of “who did what” and I’m not going to deal with it further. If I wanted to “deal with it” or “cut the bullshit” further, I’d hire a shrink. They get paid for this crap. I don’t have the time nor the ambition to straiten out personal shortcomings or the shortcomings of others if there are any. There was misunderstanding all around and it stands as such. I’m sorry for those misunderstandings. Now I’m dropping the subject and hope others will as well.

PS: There is no harm in calling me “Matty” despite what has been previously discussed, that wasn’t the point of all this. The point was to merely explain the reasons behind the sensitivity of that word. You are all my friends, and I love you as such. The term is an affectionate and friendly one and I have no problem with it being used in that manner. You must simply understand that it does carry another meaning, one you did not know about. Now you know. And knowing is half the battle.