Have you ever looked back at an experience, having blamed the whole thing on other people for months, and then realized you were in the wrong? After some thinking, discovered that it was your fault, that your feelings weren’t matching your actions and you were inadvertently sending across a terrible message to everyone?
Yeah, that happened. Hmmmmm, it’d be amazing if my sudden urges to psychoanalyze myself would come up at more convenient times.
The thing is, I’m the worst at admitting my faults. And it’s rare that I’ll actually feel responsible for situations, which is terrible in itself. So when it dawns on me that “Oh shit, I’ve been doing this one thing all wrong since freshman year and I can’t blame anyone but myself”, fihf;oeihfn.kzjfb;zshjbv;zsjbv;oszbjv;sbvdj;oSBJD:OSBDVJjfhalijvbksjzdvbjkrsgblvkjsbksjgd. Cool. Time to change a few things about myself.