Life’s Threads held Together by a Scotch Tape!
He apologized and said that what happened won’t happen again. I forgave him, why? There is no alternative. Was this the reason I accepted him? No? Yes! Frankly I don’t know! Its just that I have realized that the further you go, thicker the water gets, the weirder the people get, higher the expectations go and lower the standards get. Someone told me not long ago: Life z a bitch. We make compromises; we settle up for the 2nd best after our disappointments and then realize that even that 2nd best is not workable.” But the doubts are there, as it’s not about the incident but the psyche that goes with it. Someone who doubts too often, some one who said he didn’t care for looks but does. My life and sanity seem frayed at ends, held together by a scotch tape, a band aid.
