Day 10 - Confession
I've been trying really hard to think of what to write for this but I was having trouble coming up with anything. I'm pretty forthcoming about most of flaws, weaknesses, insecurities, life issues, etc. Probably a little overly-so. I think I'm pretty guilty of "over-sharing" with people I barely know, but I don't know, I've never seen the point in keeping a "reasonable distance". I'd rather people learned a lot about me right away so that they can decide if they want to be around me, and if not, I don't waste their time or mine with needless superficial interaction.
Anyways, I realized today what my confession is. It may seem irrelevant to anything going on in my life now, but I feel more guilty over this than any other action in my life. It is my greatest regret. It pains me just to think about it.
When I was a kid (7-9ish?) I had a bunny. And I completely neglected it. Horrifically so. I'd rarely play with it, and would forget to feed it for long stretches at a time. One time I forgot so long that he nearly died, and my mom and I had to take him to the hospital. I'd just resolved to change my ways when he was killed by a raccoon, and I never got to make it up to him. I feel terrible. I was young, and even though I think I had pretty well-developed empathy, it was a case of "out of site, out of mind" (my bunny lived outside). It was like somehow, it didn't occur to me how much I was making this poor creature suffer out of my own irresponsibility. I was basically torturing my own pet for years. WTF kind of kid does that?
I miss you Nibbles. I'm so, so sorry. ;_;
Anyways, I realized today what my confession is. It may seem irrelevant to anything going on in my life now, but I feel more guilty over this than any other action in my life. It is my greatest regret. It pains me just to think about it.
When I was a kid (7-9ish?) I had a bunny. And I completely neglected it. Horrifically so. I'd rarely play with it, and would forget to feed it for long stretches at a time. One time I forgot so long that he nearly died, and my mom and I had to take him to the hospital. I'd just resolved to change my ways when he was killed by a raccoon, and I never got to make it up to him. I feel terrible. I was young, and even though I think I had pretty well-developed empathy, it was a case of "out of site, out of mind" (my bunny lived outside). It was like somehow, it didn't occur to me how much I was making this poor creature suffer out of my own irresponsibility. I was basically torturing my own pet for years. WTF kind of kid does that?
I miss you Nibbles. I'm so, so sorry. ;_;