I forgot to do laundry today and I’m angry at myself. Can you imagine that? What a bizzarre way to feel.
If I said that someone else had forgotten to do laundry and I got really angry at them, you’d think I was crazy. What’s the big deal? People forget things. Not having clean laundry for one day is usually not the kind of life-changing event you’ll still be looking back on in ten years as the moment it all went wrong. Where’s the forgiveness? Where’s the compassion?
Why does it feel more normal to feel this way toward yourself than it would ever be to feel it about someone else? How did we let this happen?