I am always sorry. About everything. Overly contrite. If I think about it, I can remember to realize that nobody knows that I am feeling sorry about every conflict and embarrassment ever. If nobody knows, then who am I paying remorse dues to? That buys me about about 7-12 seconds of deciding not to feel guilt, shame, remorse about any thing I pick. Shit I feel sorry for writing this. Needy much?

This has the wonderful added benefit of assuming that because I have all this guilt, shame, and sorry ... everyone must hate me. That makes for anxious social interactions many times a day.

I have a lot to be thankful for, but 99% of my day is spent being disciplined about staying on task being sorry.