Principles and Failures.

Last night I did something in serious violation of one of my most strongly held principles. I did it because I was scared of the consequences of not doing it, which is pretty shameful and probably as good a reason as any for hiding away in a dark place for a span of time yet to be discovered. Principles are central to my priorities, you see. It’s an INFJ thing.

A supremely attractive young woman of maybe west Asian heritage (Iranian or Afghan was my guess) walked past me today pushing a baby in a buggy. She turned and smiled at me, but it didn’t help. And I watched an episode of Peep Show on DVD tonight which carried vague echoes of my experience with Sheona McCormack all those years ago. That didn’t help either because I yelled at Sheona when I shouldn’t have done and the cause was lost forever. It’s one of my most memorable failures.

But it’s all happened before, and it’s life and life only, and I expect I’ll be back eventually.