Who you think you're not

When we were walking today I said to Husband, 'Did you read my blog post?'

'What? The self-pitying one?'

'Oh, it wasn't meant to be self-pitying.'

'You've got to stop that.'

'What? Writing self-pitying posts?'

'No, thinking the thoughts. It's your lack of confidence. I blame your up-bringing.'

'Oh good, it's not my fault then.'

I don't mean to sound self-pitying but writing things out helps me to clear my brain. To a certain extent. I still get confused.

Husband said, 'Son lacks self-confidence, is bad at making big decisions and has a butterfly brain; he gets all those traits from you.'

'Oh. Doesn't he get any of my good ones? Assuming I have any good ones.'

'Oh yes, he's nice. You're nice and the people in Zac's like you because ...' He paused. 'You're ...' 

I waited with bated breath.

'Always making cock-ups.'

'Oh.'

'Which is good; it means you're human.'

That's good. I think.

I saw that little logo thing on pinterest and it seemed apt.