81 bottles of beer on the wall

In which our Hero boggles at the idea of recording so many regrets in so little time

[BonnieRose] suggested we make something of a garden/art project out of our OpenDiary by setting down regrets to be buried with the rest of the site. I’m intrigued by the idea. At the same time, some of those are great stones buried deep, and I don’t know that I want to disinter them. What if there’s unprocessed hurt there?

So maybe I’ll start simple. I regret that I haven’t been more sociable at the office. There’s a very sharp divide for me between friends and indifferent strangers, but there are people who have had children and changed lives and I have just not been very personal with them. One in particular is a very nice guy, who I’ve worked with not less than 10 years. But I’ve never even asked to see a picture of his kid. Which is wrong, but also very awkward to correct afterward.

I’ve already put contact information into a more official farewell to this place. Everything since that entry is just doodling in the notebook because there are a few pages left. Just in case, though, good bye.