Visited an old friend tonight. I have no idea what prompted me to stop at a pay phone near his house and call as if we'd talked all the time over the last two years. When I arrived, I was nervous. Will he call me on the fact that we haven't talked? Will he still like me? (No, not in *that* way).

Looking at his place, I realized that many of the things I'd given him were still there, my thumbprint on his life was still present even if I'd chosen to throw away our friendship for no more salient a reason than my own exhaustion. Realized that my life, that all of our lives leave an impression on those we meet and that I'd better start taking that impression seriously and being more considerate with the emotions I put people through.

Bottom line: I just wasn't very nice. Not nearly as nice as I want to think I am.

Next time, this time, today, I'll do better.