That last post may have come across as angry. I'm sure it came across as relentlessly sarcastic. It might even be genuinely offensive. So rather than let the blog sit on that note, I thought I would try to introduce a little perspective on the matter.
In a way, I regret writing it. I don't claim to be a sage, but I do believe it's wiser to say nothing when all you want to do is denigrate someone. It's not just the scatological insults that can cause collateral damage, after all. If someone truly is a scoundrel, they'll remain so even if you refrain from pointing it out. Unfortunately, people do things for other reasons than careful consideration of what is and isn't wise. Someone in my life has made a mess of things, and I wrote a mean little essay about them. It's a little childish, but in my defense, so is the whole situation.
The sad truth is, Tara and my adventure in Korea is not going as smoothly as hoped. You can read about all our troubles on the other blog; I'm not going to rehash them here. Essentially, we were taken advantage of by people who ought to have known better. We ought to have known better than to trust them. Now we are stuck, and will probably have to do something a little crazy to get unstuck.
I'm just glad that, even with all the uncertainty in our lives today, Tara and I still have each other to rely on. Together, we reaffirm the necessity and the practicability of trust and love, and together we are not afraid. We'll work something out, and be better (and yes, wiser) for our troubles.
And in the meantime, I have a weekend ahead of me with not much to do. I think I will make myself feel better by writing something good and worthwhile. Potty-mouthed catharsis is nice, but it won't stand the test of time. It's high time for something more sophisticated on this blog. Something that I can look back on and smile at. Probably something with less swearing.