Do you ever get that feeling when you do something incredibly stupid?

The world seems to become unstable. Everything else in the past you did that seems stupid floats back up in your memory and makes you cringe, first involuntarily, then voluntarily. You want to dissociate yourself from that forever, by creating a new identity and flying to a cave in Brazil to live as a hermit.

They probably don’t have caves in Brazil, either.

Nobody’s keeping track of how many times you screw up.

Unless you’re a celebrity. Then you’re too far gone to be saved. Sorry.


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