I’m a firm believer in Karma, which is basically the Golden Rule — I’ll treat you with respect, common courtesy, and integrity, and I expect the same.
My disappointment is when these simple expectations are not heeded, and I find myself crying.
Just a big ol’ sobbing mess of a woman. That’s me tonight.
So.
I found a little blue pill that does the opposite of keep you up (ha ha), and I plan on keeping it on task. I just keep asking the same question over and over….
what feels worse? Guilt or Betrayal?
Guilt?
Betrayal?
Bah. I’ll think about it tomorrow. Or maybe not. I’ve got work to do.
PS: I may turn Catholic just to have the luxury of a confessional booth. Confession sounds much cheaper than a therapist, AND, I heard they serve wine….. right? Wait. That’s the blue pill kickin’ in. 🙂 Sorry, Mom. No politics. No religion.
(former) Pizza Professional with OCD 