have had this thing that if I knew I did wrong—you know, being human and all—it’d gnaw at me and ruin my sleep. So even when I’ve apologized and/or did everything in my power to rectify a situation, the quiet wee hours of the night’d come and I’d still be replaying the scene with different endings.
They have a technical term for that: useless.
But I haven’t done that in a while. And I’ve been getting ample, peaceful sleep. Yay me.