I had lunch with an old friend today, and we were talking about old schools and church and stuff - and I was sorta hearing myself talk (and now thinking back) and I guess I’m really jaded about a lot of my past.  Granted, I’m extremely tired today, the effects of which are undoubtedly compounded by medication, but still, it makes me wonder.  Do I really have that much baggage out there?  Does some part of me feel like some injustice was done to me?  I hope not, I don’t want to be that kinda person, not in the least bit.