thoughts about last impressions

I’ve burned my fair share of bridges. For a while, I thought that this made me more righteous. I would tell myself: “Unlike my peers, who pretend to care for someone while detesting their every breath, I am upfront with my distaste. If I do not like someone on balance, even if we had long been friends, I am happy to cut them off quickly and directly.” While I now regret such an impractical stance,…