This morning, I recalled a mistake I made a year or so back. A mistake of forgetfulness. Granted, I could not be sure whether the initial act would have come to anything, but I will never know now. What's done is done, I guess, and perhaps it is for the better. I justified it back then, but I can never be sure whether it was "correct" in a right/wrong sense. After all, justifications are but one of the delusions that one gladly subjects oneself to.
Was it the inconvenience, the awkwardness? Was it the fear that something would have gone wrong? I do not know, but what I do know was that the whole thing happened because I forgot. It started as an elaborate plan, but is no more now.
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