Ex Cathedra Nihilo

i feel like if i had a confessor, someone to whom i related all the things i've done oflate that bespeak of mediocrity, although in a really mediocre sense, such that i dont really stand out that much, that person would be you. i could honest with you, and you'd react with a steely glance and your uniquely Midwestern brand of self-reliance bolstered w/ a not wholly unRepublican belief in personal responsibility, but you wouldn't blame me, i dont think, you'd just call it as you saw it and do what you could to make me see you acknowledged all my sins even if you (nor i) had no use for the hackneyed self-help notion that admitting to something is the same as atoning for it. Atonement is for optimists.