An Epiphany Killed....

...my week before it even had a chance to be pleasurably experienced.

Which of course makes no sense, but hopefully by the end of the post, it will. With apologies having been offered and accepted by the people who really matter in my little circle of fun, I now begin at the end.

1} Last Thursday (9/9), I had to apologize to a very dear friend of mine because a mealy mouthed former mutual friend of ours made an attempt at dragging her name through the mud and muck that was my very personal beef with this mealy mouthed cretinous yahoo.

Brief synopsis: I have been stalked and trolled for the better part of two years in the chat rooms and finally decided enough was enough. Going into Labor day weekend, I received a positive response to an inquiry and I proceeded to shove it down her throat. How? One, I called her out with the information I gleaned and two, I recapped in great detail the good, the bad and the very ugly history between us since 2007. In public. In the chat rooms. And would you believe that she didn't like receiving a dose of what she and everyone else had been giving me? Go figure.

2} On Monday (Labor Day) I experience the epiphany that killed my week before I had a chance to experience it. For better or worse, I'm a research nut. I love researching things. I love solving logic problems. Long story short, after getting blown off by someone on their status update, I got to thinking about that particular someone and her current 'tude towards me. Even started writing a blog post about it while I was killing the morning/early afternoon downtown. However, the further along I got to writing this, the more that a certain puzzle from a year and a half ago started coming together. Brief synopsis: I was trolled very hard from fall '08 thru spring '10 by someone who had a rather intimate knowledge of me as a person. Long story short, through the amazing process of recalling old minutia, I was able to figure out with a 97% degree of certainty who it was that trolled me. Partial end result is that this person is now an ex-FB friend (and an ex-friend to boot as well). Other partial end result is that I'm one hurtin' puppy dog.

3} However, the week did start off with a bang. I had a very nice and very long chat with my friend about my latest book project and she gave me some valuable insight and critique about the book itself, which I will try to put to good use...once I find the courage to ask one more question of her again.

4} Now to be honest, the last time I asked one more question, I ended up for all intents and purposes, inserting both feet into my mouth, which as most of my male readers know, is wickedly easy to do. Tuesday, our work day was pretty much shot to tiny little pieces as I spent the bulk of it trying to figure out how best to deliver a genuine mea culpa without making it sound like it wasn't my fault, which most of my male readers know, is wickedly hard to do. Because in all honesty, it really was my fault with what happened and I should've known better than to say what I said when I said it.

The summation: The week started on a high note, then I stepped into an elevator shaft and took the express down to the basement, where I was scraped up with a spatula and dumped into a 7" by 10" mail envelope.

The verdict: ?