'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.'
'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.