"To conclude that others were wrong was as far as most of us ever got."
One of the big advantages of a consistent self-analysis is that it allows me to see that this world and its inhabitants are frequently wrong. This is bad enough, this failure of other people to be perfect, but it's downright toxic taken in conjunction with my own personal flawlessness. It makes me so angry when people make mistakes that affect me, and it make me angrier still when they don't cut me some slack when I mess up.
Anger, then resentments. Then I drink, then I die.
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