This kinda describes how I feel when I go online these days. I just skirt the perimeter, peeking at the strife & fomenting, but not wishing to dip a toe into it. Sometimes it's therapeutic to just stay out of it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
and yet, regrets are felt for walking away, for being submissive and quiet...later we look at the clock and wish the hands could turn backwards so that we may get a second chance to speak up, to speak out.
j.