I didn’t forget you.

I don’t remember who you are.

Don’t take it personal. It happens to me a lot lately.

I noticed you said, “How dare you!”

But you didn’t say I was wrong.

I think I’ll point that out publicly.

I made up my mind. Then I made it down.
It’s gotta be even or it just doesn’t work right.

Maybe that’s what’s wrong with some people.

When they say, “Some people…” and “There are those who…” they are either talking about you or themselves. They avoid prosecution through the use of cleverly crafted statements.

I don’t do that, but they do.

I’ll bet you know someone who does. Ask him Sunday when you see him.

I sold my reality to someone else because I was tired of it. I bought a new one made of recycled material. It has bits and pieces of other realities. It cost a bit more, but I feel as though I am doing my part to conserve reality.