Last night I was at a family gathering with a lot of people I have never met before, or haven't seen in years. One of the men there approached me and whispered in my ear, "I want to apologize for my behavior at your prom." Outside of, "huh?", I didn't know what to say.
He continued to explain that he didn't want to go to a prom. He wasn't the type. His parents made him go. He was young, immature, and stupid. That was why he behaved like he did.
Okaaayy.
What did he do? ????????????
I don't know, but I guess it's a good thing that I don't remember. Someone once said that happiness is health, and a short memory.
I do remember him, but that's about it. Maybe I repressed the memory? Nah....like he said, "he was young, immature, and stupid."
So was I.
