…but it rather rapidly turned into vaguely disquieting, and not in a way that the author intended.
“Well, things haven’t gone totally to hell,” I told my friend through the phone, trying to put a good spin on a needlessly bad situation of mostly my own creation. “Maybe I’m getting wiser.”
“Wiser?” he asked, disbelieving. “You’re not wiser. You’re just making bad decisions more slowly and deliberately than you used to.”
He was right. We laughed at me. I thanked him for talking me through yet another episode of my own stupidity, we said our goodbyes, and I went to bed.