Choices

In all absurdity, I learn something useful.  In fact, not one but two: (1)  You are what you eat, and (2) Silence is golden.  And I suppose this is the reason one has to make wise choices when it comes to making friends, for friends do define, perhaps not totally but definitely to a large extent, who one is.  By association; birds of a feather flock together. "Yea, I never figured out why you were hanging out with X..." tells more than one would actually hear.  And I reckon there isn't a need for "Why did you say that?" if it were the missing piece to the puzzle that connected the dots.  Additionally, one, too, has to be prudent in saying what to whom, for details do get skewed and at times, spilled.

In deliberation, as much as I reckon I'm a pretty good person, I'm no saint.  I fall short and I flounder all the time.  And I guess my bad temper tops the chart of a long list of flaws while succumbing to gossip is in the middle, somewhere.  I am proud and possibly too ostentatious.  I would love to trade these in but never, never my integrity, ethics and morality.  Nonetheless, it is unreasonable to insist I'm right.  Personal choices.  I've made mine.  What's yours?