It's lame when you know that in certain situations the past shouldn't matter anymore, and that it's the present and the future that really matter. Maybe you're in the lead, or you've already won... and what takes away from your victory is not the pain of the gain, but the means. In some cases, the end isn't enough to make you forget the means... especially when the means were strange and unusual.

Sometimes it's hard not to be weirded out by the things that were said and unsaid, and by unsolved mysteries and assumptions that remain mysteries and assumptions because I equally want to know and don't want to know. In these cases, knowing is not half the battle. It's very unnecessary. The past shouldn't matter. Yet I'm bugged. Oh well, I'll try get over it...