Little mistakes.

There was a fire performance at the restaurant we ate at last night. This guy, he'd light up his sticks and he'd swing them around, eat flames, trail fire across his chest, that kinda thing.

He isn't a fabulous performer to be honest, his face is pretty much concentrated and unexpressive, leaving the flames to pretty much do the talking.

If you catch him at the right moment though, sometimes he screws up and burns his hand. It's at this moment you'll see him furiously shaking it, and then he'd look at the audience with an apologetic and embarassed laugh, and everyone would be laughing along.

I like those moments. It reminds me that sometimes, it's okay to make little mistakes.

...of course, it doesn't apply if he burns himself or the store down.

On another note, I saw you today. I wanted to talk to you, to tell you the painful advice you'd hate but so badly needed to hear, but then I realized we aren't friends anymore. Did you realize that?

You're digging your own grave, but this time, I'll let you. I don't owe you anything anymore, and I'll be perfectly content never seeing you again.

Perhaps someday I'd consider saying 'Goodbye' but I don't think its likely.