Oh, in fact this happened last night.
I was attending my boss's Christmas party. Everything was going well. I was talking to people ... there were actually science fiction fans at the party.
As I was just finishing up a successful social evening and heading out the door, the boss asked a fateful question: Was I going home for Christmas? Things went downhill from there.
Well, I'm an honest person, so now I'm praying that everything all works out, and that my being honest and not the greatest with words will not be held against me. For my part, I'm going to send a thank-you card to the host ... hopefully, that will rekindle some of the former happy feelings of the occasion.
So it wasn't just a feeling ... it was a reality.
And life will go on.
I'm a phoenix, after all ...
so I will do my best to rise up from the ashes
yet again.
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I don't get what went wrong, sorry, could you explain? I think it's because English is not my first language.