then that last post was the one-sided rant at the end of the night after drinking a few too many. My wise friend rightly said, in part:

More to my point is those are relatively fresh relationships, perhaps worth a little more kid glove time than you would spend on me or xxx with whom you have ample history. NV was clearly an emotional experience for you, and this feels, way over here in my admitted ignorance and separation from the context, like something of an emotional over-reaction on the heels of a really emotionally rewarding set of experiences. In particular, the “facile bullshit” and “disingenuous” strikes me as angry and, potentially, needlessly harmful to new friendships.

He’s right… something has me by the heart. It has opened me up but left me vulnerable in a way I’m not handling very well. While I believe a circle of friends has to be capable of sustaining one of their own storming out mad and returning sheepishly, it might have been a bit soon to subject new friends to the full mercurial force that is me, and a couple of people I alluded to in my post didn’t deserve to what I vented out. I apologize.

I’m afraid to even look at the comments on that piece, so I probably won’t for a while.