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It must be nice to know what's going on. It must be even nicer to figure out what's going on before it happens, to be able to avoid fucking up some of the time.

Those of you on this list who are capable of that, tell me please: how do you do it? How do you manage to not fuck up? How do you reliably not fuck up?

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aberrantangels

I'd like to believe so, but that's something to be deciphered later.

I'm pretty sure I do, you'll hopefully be happy to know.

I was persona non grata to my family and all those who were forced to deal with me. Don't try and discuss friends, they didn't exist. I had no interaction with other people that was pleasant

...Ow. (And another reminder that I'm not alone in having had a childhood where my one reliable friend was myself. And that some people, like you and

thessalian, had it much worse than I.)

The only guiding light I can use is to simply make the choices that I will not regret... because then even if I fuck up, I can look back and say with confidence that I was doing my best.

Something like that. If not that, then you can say you were doing what would not do violence to your own soul.

Anyone who tells you they can reliably not fuck up is lying to themselves and you. But you can reliably make the choices you can be proud of, to mitigate the times when things do get fucked up.

Well said; words to live by. And thanks!

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And that some people, like you and thessalian, had it much worse than I.

This touched off something that I had a conversation with Elaine about on Thursday and had on my mind. Having a bad and difficult childhood is something that a lot of people use to try and justify their actions as an adult - "take pity on me, I didn't have a good childhood." It's a wimpy excuse, a way of trying to deny your own culpability in actions. It irritates me. I'm not accusing you of it - you just happened to remind me of that fact. ;>

If not that, then you can say you were doing what would not do violence to your own soul.

This is one of the most poetic ways of saying it that I've ever seen. My hat goes off to you, mein freunde.

And you're welcome.