No one to hear my confession(s)

I don't know if a tree falling in an empty forest makes a sound, but I do know that making a bunch of stupid decisions when your only confidant has left you still results in some nasty consequences.  And those consequences come without the uneasy giggles that your friend would've inspired to lighten the mood.  

I have had only one person to tell my idiocy to for the past year.  When she wasn't beside me allegedly in an alley or maybe directing me through the rain, she was the first person I called.  It went a little something like this:

1.  Do something really, insanely, immeasurably stupid.

2.  On really off nights, do it again.

3.  That one time, do it a couple more times for good measure.

4.  Laugh uncontrollably at my stupidity.

5.  Slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the meltdown because the witness/victim/accessory is still standing there.

6.  Swear the inner voices to secrecy because no one can ever know this has happened.

7.  Allow 3.6 seconds to pass.

8.  Pick up the phone because she has to hear about this one.

Unfortunately, one of those stupid things wasn't very funny and I lost my partner in crime.  Even more unfortunately, this has not deterred the ridiculousness.  Oh no, that continues.  Just without my focus group to run it past.

I wish I could say the tree fell and made no sound.  Instead, I must report that the ramifications of poor judgement still knock me down - even without the hand that used to help me back up.  Oh well, I'll just grab my chainsaw and get back to clearing this path through the forest.