Mistaken.

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Last night I put up a post with some ire in it.  I had thought my haiku had been removed.  It had been a long day, and when I visited the site, and looked at the haiku page, I didn't see my poems.  As it turns out, for some reason, the contest has been split into two parts.  My haiku is still there, but on the other page.  Okay, fair enough, I was wrong.  I asked a fellow contestant what might be happening.  The feedback allowed me to understand.  After a long day, however, I couldn't quite deal with the initial understanding or the revised understanding, so I simply, for the night, removed my post.

And, while it might have looked as if I was angry, it wasn't quite what it seemed.  I had meant to prick what I had thought was a tempestuous psyche, to get it's owner to... discuss things.  If someone is angry, enjoin that anger.  I can't find it off-hand, but there was a suggestion that as you speak with people, speak with them in the way that they understand.  And so I set out to do just that.  I was attempting to create engagement.  It doesn't always work.  Sometimes reverse psychology is a better method.  It's an art, however, not a science.  While stewing just a bit, I was... chuckling back in there too.  Why?  Well... for my own peculiarities?  Something like that.  I don't worry about most things, not really, mostly, personally.  If I am not perfectly wooden, mind you.  But the anger, or what appears to be anger, from some folk, the fairer folk... is a little joy, at times, in places, in ways.  As I have mentioned.

Never mind.  My mistake.  Rather than just sweeping it aside, however, I am choosing to... mention it.  And apologize if any umbrage was taken at my mistake.  It's... what I can do.  Being the whole thing is haiku related, I went digging in my own back yard and...

not for me to say

asking in earnest, receiving -

what is afforded