31 May '18 02:43>
When I was about 15, in a swirl of certain music, hurtling uncontemplated peer group pressure and loyalty, and lurking on a Saturday morning with no good intent ~ while nursing a can of Tizer ~ at the 'Golden Egg' in the High Street, I went through a phase of being ambivalent - and passive - about the behaviour of boisterously racist freinds.
I was confronted by the memory of this a few years ago when [in an airport transit lounge, sheer coincidence, 30 years down the road] I ran into someone who had borne some of the brunt of my peers' behaviour and I realized that my ambivalence and loyalty back then counted for nothing ~ it, of course, hadn't even been recognized.
His magnanimous and friendly protestations of no hard feelings and water under the bridge did not set things right - but instead just served to sharpen the lesson learned.
What is your most regrettable past belief?
I was confronted by the memory of this a few years ago when [in an airport transit lounge, sheer coincidence, 30 years down the road] I ran into someone who had borne some of the brunt of my peers' behaviour and I realized that my ambivalence and loyalty back then counted for nothing ~ it, of course, hadn't even been recognized.
His magnanimous and friendly protestations of no hard feelings and water under the bridge did not set things right - but instead just served to sharpen the lesson learned.
What is your most regrettable past belief?