There will never be another me. I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but there you go. I’m too damned old and too damned fed up with others who think they should have some level of control over me to placate unworthy people anymore. I’m me. And I’m happy with that.
I’ll never say I’M “sorry” for who (and what) I am!
…although the world still does its best to try to make me “sorry” for being alive.
(But, then again, that borders on the realms of “‘social engineering’ conspiracies” …another subject for another time and space.)