"Remember who you wanted to be." What kind of guilt trip is that goddamned bumper sticker trying to evoke? Hey you, old Saturn, YOU remember who YOU wanted to be. Don't go around pointing your dirty fingers at me, in my face.
I know, I know...
It wasn't personal. But it sure seems like it could be these days.
I'm way off, guys. And sometimes it really is debilitating. But sometimes, it's okay.
It's a hard one. Tonight, I'll let it wash over me however it chooses - but mostly, I'm hoping for a baptism.