29 August 2006 | Self
I made the mistake of saying what I think. Note to self: shut up. What I said was that asking god for help with an email configuration is dumber than voodoo. I meant the idea of asking, not the specific request, although that too. What world is this in which god sits in heaven answering prayers about email configurations?
Or really what I meant was to mock the idea of god, which, let’s face it, is an embarrassment to us all, however much comfort it provides. Santa provides comfort too, comfort and control, but no one old enough to boil water believes in Santa.
Still, I shouldn’t have said what I said. Nothing was gained by it, and probably her feelings were hurt. But sometimes I can’t help myself: the words come forth, seemingly on their own, and are gone forever, never to become unsaid. Where do they go, these words I wish I never said and yet secretly, if the truth be known, applaud myself for having said?
