Who is Gideon, Anyway?

I really got old this last year.
I've realized quite how strange it is to feel yourself growing up, and changing.
Particularly in thoughts and analysis.
I don't find silence awkward.
I don't find many things awkward.
I think it is weird that we as a culture halt expression midway because we are uncomfortable with the way it sounds.

I'm not like that.

I hate it when people apologize for opening up to me.
What else am I here for, you guys?
Certainly not to criticize, demoralize, capsize, baptize, canonize, immunize, dehumanize, scrutinize, synthesize, nor solarize (because I trust you know where your Sun is).
I am here to listen, alright?
Don't apologize for letting me know about you.
And don't apologize for letting me remember.
All of life is memory, on occasion, and I'd rather not forget.


...I think that's it.