Maybe it's because I live in my head most of my days, but maybe there's some element of truth to my ponderings and assumptions. I caught flack for not being in contact enough. I excused myself stating that I had reasons but made my apologies none the same. (Never receiving one in return for having my feelings hurt, but I digress.) But here I have made more of an effort, to be more present and such, but can't help but feel slighted. Short answers, or no answers, but the no answers I'll chock up to those being from men, so it is almost to be expected, but short answers from a bubbly, hyper, long winded friend is a bit brow-raising. But that too I suppose I'll give the benefit of the doubt and chock it up to being consumed by an elusive due date.
Always giving the benefit of the doubt. I can only wonder if I am ever granted the same from anyone else.
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