We've all been stung by intolerance and judgement, or jealousy and hatred. We've been unfairly bypassed, overlooked and acted against - threatened, manipulated and mocked either overtly or covertly. As humans we have psychological reactions to this - chemicals which flood our bodies triggering fight or flight. Act or react. We've also been happy and sad and experienced joy and pain. We know what these things feel like because we've all had them. We've all experienced roughly the same standard set of emotions.
Some people, despite understanding that "how they feel" may change given the entire spectrum of emotions which course through us in a given day, week, month or year, make decisions based upon this fleeting floating point. Some of those are easily reversible and undone. Some have long-lasting or drastic repercussions.
Some people are aware that "how they feel" may run contrary to logic. Few I assume are able to make solid decisions despite this cloud of emotional duress. Others simply take note of it and defer the decision until those mood-altering chemicals have subsided.
These divergent people generally fall into two buckets. Those who thirst and quest for the highest sustainable decision-making roadmaps and take ownership of their decisions (easy to do when they understand the logical framework behind it), and those who do not. Those who cannot fathom why events unfolded the way they did, and abstain from any accountability whatsoever. It was fate. Or Jesus. Or the cheese sandwich eaten earlier in the day. Or eaten in a past life. Anything. Everything. Except themselves.
Its a tough life, having so little control over anything when one has tied their future to however they happen to be feeling at the time. And surely someone else is to blame when it doesn't work out.
I talk a good game, I do. And I am acutely aware of the blur of nuances which help to flesh out a full picture much like those "magic eye" 3D stereogram posters. Comprehension, I think, is the difference between a poor decision, and a good decision that didn't work out. And I will absolutely own it regardless. I accept responsibility. Not through words, but through actions. By never blaming anyone, and always looking forward - never back.
Which is probably why I let my two cats wear me down enough to let them into the master bedroom. And take over the bed. No one to blame, but myself.
Back to the drawing board.
See the kitty?