In a slightly less exciting rant and not meant to damper the thrill I have from my tattoo, I discovered this weekend, and not for the first time, someone I trusted has been running their mouth about my business. Business they were instructed was private and only shared in confidence. Serves me right for reaching out to someone I saw in pain and deciding to share part of myself.
Well, lesson learned.1
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The irony here is for a long time I didn’t see myself as an overly moral or ethical person. Never having the benefit of strong family ties as a child, I had to teach myself right from wrong. All things considered, I’ve accomplished that goal to my satisfaction.2 And while my own brand of morals may not be the norm, they keep me on the path I have chosen in this life. I guess the point of my ramble here is I’m more disappointed than angry. Disappointed that integrity seems to be a catch phrase for most guys these days. I’m also disappointed in someone who obviously cares more about their next drinking buddy than true friendship.
Or, it could be I’m just getting old and crotchety. I mean my 38th birthday is fast approaching. *ducking*
- And needless to say, they won’t get a 2nd opportunity
- Of course, there is always room for improvement.