This word choices invades my mind, reminding me I should have made a different choice, and to listen to my own advice. Recently I had a long discussion with a friend about many things and ended in politics. I mistakenly thought we could openly discuss anything but I was wrong. I know every advice says, no religion, no politics. I stepped over the line apparently. I made the wrong choice and learned a lesson at the same time. I was told never to call or text again. I apologized profusely, but the damage is done. Why did I make that choice? I felt free to, but no.
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Writing Prompts
The Bag Lady 
I had a similar experience with a very good friend. Thankfully it was resolved after a few weeks of silence. Now I too am careful
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If one cannot discuss politics and religion, then what can one possibly discuss beyond the weather? Art, of course, but that has such close links to both. Philosophy likewise. Some solace can be found in the knowledge that, in reality, you had no choice – that free will is an illusion and what happened was always going to happen and will always happen, the script was written at the time of the Big Bang – at precisely the beginning of time, in other words. You have been left with no choice but to read the lines that were written for you.
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It’s so sad when things like this come between friends 💗
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