Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
Certain parties have expressed to me a directive–I repeat, a directive–that I not relate certain recent, personal life-altering events to other parties, out of fear that those parties will react in an as-yet-undetermined but nonetheless assuredly negative manner to news of a less-than-positive nature as it relates to me.
Said directive makes me feel regret for even informing the first party, although I know it would have been worse to keep the information from them indefinitely.
First party believes that my misfortune is a sign that certain higher powers may be inflicting punishment upon them for unknown sins.
I can state in no uncertain terms that this conversation and development has been by far the single worst part of being fired.