More about me:
I would like to admit that I can be a jackass, and I know it. Moreover, I acknowledge that under the microscope of introspection sometimes my weaknesses and faults get so blown out of proportion that I have a hard time living with myself despite generally being a nice, loving person. Simultaneously, I am aware that stabbing myself over and over with the pincers of guilt is like crude medieval medicine (of the European kind, before Avicenna) for the soul--it hurts more than it helps, and mainly just gives me another way to practice my own misguided remedies on the most masochistic patient at hand.

I'm aware of all this, and have been working on it for years. Please excuse our mess as we try to tidy up.

Recently I had a moment where I was able to accept being less than the person I'd like to be, and was yet able to appreciate my life at the same time, not in spite of my suckiness, and certainly not because of it, but just... with it... in its proper place where it should be, neither hidden in some obscure mental closet out of shame, nor displayed front and center in a show of apologetics... just, with it, in its proper place.

I'd like to have more moments like that.